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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.
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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.
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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!
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Only one arrived after Somnus, and his eyes only lingered on the newcomer for a few seconds before he turned back the this Lord. He had addressed some of the gatherers, though no words were spoken to him, so Somnus remained further silent. The stallion then spoke to all of them of a task. Cool, calculating eyes watched him curiously and listened intently as he spoke, '...the cleverest and best of you. And who that is, remains to be seen...These flowers require nourishment. Water.' Only the cleverest and best? No equal opportunities? A small smirk filled his lips and he shifted his weight between legs as he gazed at the peculiar flowers surrounding this Lord.
'Bring me water from a mirage in these Fields,' Somnus heard him say, and saw a smile upon his golden face. His blue eyes looked at him pointedly, then to the shimmering mirages that danced far in the distance. Many got to work instantly, shifting their bodies or using their own magic to their advantage. Somnus saw no way how his sand magic would help him in this situation though kept it pulsing underneath him, a soothing rhythm of sound. He watched the others carefully, weighing which was best to help with (that is, if they would let him help), or which was a good idea to try himself.
Glancing at the mirages, Somnus then turned back to the Lord. "These mirages are merely an illusion while the flowers are real. An illusion cannot nourish something that is real," he murmured softly, eyes glancing up into the Lords own, Somnus' calm, yet also showing a twinge of nervousness that his answer would not be what he was looking for. If he was a Lord, he could probably somehow make an illusion be able to water these flowers, correct? So maybe he should try his hand at getting water to these flowers if that was the case. Quietly, Somnus moved and watched the change and ripple of the mirages before he positioned himself slightly behind and to the side of the golden steed so that one mirage flowed into another that glistened underneath the golden flowers. Somnus knew this idea was rather inferior to some (and already used) of the things the others managed to work up and complete, but it was too late to try and help any of them, and it would not be fair to join forces with another and steal their credit. The ebony and gold stallion, still without the simple knowledge of his own name, awaited eagerly to see if he had pleased this Lord, and for what would come next.
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
Summary: Tells that since the mirages are an illusion of water, and the flowers are real, that the mirages can't nourish these flowers because of that. Despite his observation, Somnus decides to try and morph the mirages so that they are connected to each other, so that it leads to, and fills in underneath the flowers
[ Earth x Light (U) | uses sand shapes to put other characters in a dream state/control their dreams]
“Careful,” the guard rumbles, “wouldn’t want to burn yourself.” Flames leap higher much too close for your liking, and you scramble upward and back, horrified at the thought of such disfigurement. It is only when you are a safe distance away that a flash of magenta catches your eye. Ah, so Pinkie has found her way here as well, it seems. You watch her out of the corner of your eye, wondering if she has grown bored with her precious wandering yet. Perhaps after this flaming stallion takes his leave, you’ll take it upon yourself to ask.
The fiery figure is speaking again, and this time, what he has to say is of interest. It seems he has something to give, an idea that immediately captures your attention. You don’t know what you have to do to distinguish yourself from all of the others, but whoever this mysterious benefactor is, he soon makes clear his terms: you are to bring him water from the mirage for the golden flowers at his feet. Two feelings immediately overwhelm you, disappointment and confusion. The disappointment is at the illusion of the water—any second now, you’re going to collapse from dehydration, and now who knows where the nearest creek is? Your dry tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth in protest. As for the confusion, well, that’s a given. Fire-mane here has just given you an impossible task, probably just for the fun of watching you all run like ants in a thunderstorm. Already, hooves are shuffling around you, and you snort in irritation as stray beams of light from the more ambitious projects (conjured up in mere moments by magic, you notice bitterly) strike you in the eye. You get a faint glimmer of amusement at Pinkie, angling her body along with the rest of them—ridiculous.
However, it won’t do to get left behind. You pore over the stranger’s riddle, repeating it over and over in your mind: Bring me water…water…water… The thought of water keeps distracting you though. How are you supposed to think if you’re this parch—wait. Your eyes land on the flowers before you, large and gold. Their hollow centers are filled with dew. Warily, you creep up to the nearest blossom, keeping as far away from the flaming one as possible, lest he burn you. Velvet lips reach for the perfect teacup, yearning for the water within.
You are a fraction of an inch away when the thought strikes you, and you laugh aloud. The stranger’s request seems rather humorous when you realize that the flowers already have the water that they need, cupped in their own centers. As for the mirage bit, you figure that all a mirage is is heat. Is this stallion not heat incarnate, and did these flowers not come from him? Typical male, he gave you a task that he had already completed himself, then sat back to watch the fun as you all scratched your heads. Begrudgingly, you have to admit to yourself that it is rather clever. But water he wants, and water he shall get. Gingerly, you pluck the flower and sprinkle the dew on its neighbor: water from the mirage indeed. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if this all was an illusion—most of it seems too fantastic to be real.
[Summary: Sheba sees mirages as heat and the sun god as heat incarnate. Since the flowers came from the god and his heat, she figures that the dew from the flowers is effectively water from a mirage. This is what she sprinkles on the plants.]
His sister and friend near him give him peace as the might of the Sun Lord glows before him. He had not known what he had gazed upon, had not dared to think it true, but the words of the mighty stallion cannot be ignored. He is a God, descended from the very heavens to stand upon the fields before all of these who have gathered around him. Adelric is quite happy, actually, with the number that have gathered here. With so many about, it is easy for him to sink into the background, to disappear into nothingness, to be but a speck on the wall. He is not shy; no, not at all, but he is not worthy. Why should he, the half-child, the broken, the unwhole, get to gape at the beauty of the Sun God when there are so many- his friend, the Night Phoenix, the whole child, Erebos- who deserve this favor so much more?
Still, when a god commands, the child obeys.
He turns to see his sister run off as she brushes her muzzle against him. He wonders where she goes, wonders if she does not know... He has seen mirages dancing in the water of the falls. Not heat mirages, but specters nevertheless, shadow images that cannot be reached no matter how he tries. And try he has. He has spent hours wondering how to reach the rainbow at the end of the falls, but every time he comes close, the rainbow has moved just out of reach. Silently, he ponders, turning his head now to Erebos. How are they to retrieve something that can never be reached? The puzzle is difficult, but he enjoys the challenge it brings to his young mind.
What he finds on the night phoenix's face is a mesmerized gaze directed towards one very odd mare. The half-child turns, gazes upon her, as her coat turns to rain and waters fall down from above. Magic, quite like his mothers. He is drawn, awe-stricken, and again he wants to scream out, as he did with his mother, HOW DOES IT WORK!? He wants to know, needs to know, because how can a mortal conjure rain out of nothingness? What must they do, overcome, understand, feel in order to create such whimsy? He takes a hesitant step towards her, towards the god, towards his certain doom, when the voice of his friend calls him back. Lets use her puddles!
He turns back to his friend, delighted, ecstatic, exuberant to have been included. The night phoenix wants his help? Adelric is astounded, but his heart races with joy. He watches as his friend begins to dig in the ground with his horn and the half-child smiles, amused by his friend's cleverness. His own mouth is full of moss carrying the softly glowing orb that he possesses, but he travels somewhat ahead of his friend, digging fervently with his hooves, hoping to make the work go faster, the water flow sooner, to reach the edge of the flowers. Has he pleased his God and his friend? He hopes and prays that it is so.
Light x Dark| Can establish an unbreakable vow between himself and another, which can only be broken by voluntary acknowledgement by both parties or death of the other party. Failure to maintain his unbreakable vow will lead to severe physical pain followed by death if he does not rectify the situation. Denial
As those who wished to participate slowly filtered way, the God turned to the heavily marked stallion, who had remained. The sun stallion sneered at LACE's tone, but said nothing; his handsome features a fiery mask of indifference. LACE was after all, a follower of his sister, which made his second set of comments even more surprising. The God's dual-horned crown turned towards the masked outcast, burning gaze shining with haughty amusement. "You mean wandering around in the fog and clouds all day does not give you purpose?" He quipped, referring to the Edge. "You don't want to return, be ruled over by that boring painted mare? Help make little glass statues and deliver them, procuring peace in return?" The God scoffed, lashing his tail, which sent bits of liquid fire spilling onto the ground around him. "You have lived too long in the darkness, under the reign of my sister, to know anything of worth or beauty. Why do you not ask her to send you on a little task? You know how much she adores playing with her toys." The God wavered dangerously between anger at having LACE, a creature who had never pledged himself to the Sun, ask for this favor, and amusement. So many of his brother, the Earth's tribe were here. And now, a once loyal follower of the Edge, was asking him for a task. How fascinating. Just what were his siblings up to?
"In the Throat, there is a child. Cera. If you want a worthwhile task, visit him. He intends not to make pretty baubles or glass walls like the Edge, but useful items. If you want to know about the beauty of the sun LACE, visit my lands. See what the fog and shade of my sister's land has been hiding from you. If you want to do something worthwhile, then do it. Do you really think me telling you what to do imbues your tasks with worth?" Pausing this little rant, the God turned his head away. Look at him, giving away free advice - he sounded like the Earth. "You want a task? Build something in the Throat." He snapped, with finality.
Turning his gaze away from LACE, he watched the brilliantly colored form of BELLONA, as she darted away. His firey gaze narrowed, intent on keeping her fit form in shape, as she distanced herself even farther. In her wake, he could see FAEANNE following. Both beauties seemed to be trying to position themselves, causing a smirk to appear on the God's handsome features. Very clever, he thought to himself. He was glad that the two had proven to be not simply beautiful faces. What is she doing in the Falls? The God wondered, allowing his gaze to rest thoughtfully upon BELLONA. And the Edge? he thought of the grounded FAEANNE.
The younger filly with the companion - AMARA - seemed to mirror the choices of the other two. While the God would have preferred to see more creativity on her part, being clever did not always mean wasting one's mental resources by trying to do things differently. She had fulfilled his task.
As ELSA moved behind him, the God stepped forward. He could see what she intended, and did not want his flaming body to disrupt her plan. Although the air began to heat, that's all it did. His flowers began to glow, but not waver as they would within a mirage. Just before the God began to shake his head in rejection, he spied HECTOR taking wing and flying above them. As the great hybrid beat his wings, forcing cool air downwards, the air began to waver. HECTOR, such a team player. The God thought, mildly disappointed. Still, the team work had payed off.
The God turned now to ATHENA, who had marched off, only to return and begin to dig at his hooves. He frowned, wondering what good she possibly thought she was doing. Had his instructions not been clear? The God shook his head, and flicked his tail, causing liquid fire to fall into the hole she was digging and evaporate any water that she might have found.
A radiant smile parted the God's lips as he watched CIRRUS at work. He watched as her coat began to shift and change - and in the sky, the clouds too began to shift and change. Clever girl he thought, well-pleased with CIRRUS'. As she approached, the God's smile widened. "You are lost no longer, CIRRUS."
As CANEO addressed him, the flames that licked and danced upon the God rose suddenly, issuing a blast of heat. "Did you even listen-" He snapped impatiently, spinning easily on his golden hooves to face the horned stallion. "I said, bring the water to me. How is that going to be accomplished, if I leave?" With a flame-kissed wing, he gestured at those around him - both near and far - who had already completed his task. Turning smugly back to the pale unicorn, he sneered condescendingly. "Perhaps it is you who should leave." He suggested, as pools of liquid fire began to form around his hooves, threatening to race forward and scorch the ground upon which the unicorn stood.
The God could feel TANDAVI's magic as it tried to borrow from his own. He feared she could combust from the inside, but she appeared to be moderating the amount of power that she drew. The sun stallion smiled and nodded, but immediately withdrew the magic that she had mirrored. The feeling would likely leave her feeling hollow, but that was to be expected, and couldn't be avoided. He knew TANDAVI was a devout follower, but only his two daughters could manage the power of the sun running through their veins. He'd hate to see TANDAVI's pretty coat smeared in burning pieces on the grass. "You have indeed." He replied warmly, nodding in confirmation.
Turning now to AEOLUS, the God frowned as the colt spoke. "Just because you cannot touch something does not make it illusory." The God began. "Mirage's are not simply things that you are imagining. They are real, as are my flowers. Your imagination is useless."
The God watches as ARVAKL mirrors the movements of those before her. Somehow, her act of copying doesn't seem as efficient as AMARA's. Still, she has done what was asked of her.
Turning now, the God watches slightly amused at the antics of EREBOS and ADELRIC, as they dig a path towards his flowers. Too bad ATHENA hadn't waited longer, until CIRRUS' rain fall - her plan might have been more effective. As it was now, the youngster and the one with an egg had succeeded in causing CIRRUS' rain to pool beneath his flowers.
Intrigued, the God turned now to OPHELIA, who, after some deliberation, appeared to have a plan. His fiery gaze held fast to her light shape, as she worked deliberately and diligently, constructing some sort of maze. He was not surprised that OPHELIA came up with the most complex solution, nor that hers was the cleverest. It was why he adored OPHELIA, and why he had been so slighted by her actions in the past. Still, the shiny display that she had created reminded the God of the affection he still held for the hybrid, even if his vanity kept him from completely showing it. "Perfect." He said softly, looking earnestly into OPHELIA's dual-coloured eyes.
The God's stare was disrupted by light being cast in his direction. Turning, he looked to CICERON, who appeared to be trying to....blind him with light? Stomping a cloven hoof, the God snorted. "That is not how that works." He snapped, annoyed that such a brutish and barbaric tactic would be used, especially after OPHELIA's lovely demonstration. Was that what CICERON was trying to imitate? Perhaps. But he had succeeded only in shining light around. To create a mirage required a few more materials than just a reflective surface and some light.
The God watched as SOMNUS moved away - was he too going to follow the trail set out by BELLONA? It appeared not, for the stallion moved only a short distance away, not nearly far enough to cast an illusory mirage onto his flowers. Confused, the God has no idea what the stallion intends, and so briefly searches his mind for his motive. Connect the mirages? The God shakes his head. Mirages were created by real forces in the world, that couldn't simply be ignored.
The God chuckles as SHEBA plucks a flower - now overflowing with both dew, and water from CIRRUS' rain, and sprinkles it upon another. "Very resourceful." He notes approvingly.
The following have been moved forward.
Bellona
Ophelia
Arvakl
Faeanne
Hector
Amara
Adelric
Erebos
Elsa
Sheba
Tandavi
Cirrus
Caneo, Athena, Ciceron, Aeolus, and Somnus do not proceed, as their responses were unrealistic.
Zunden, Amani, and Rei do not proceed, as they failed to respond within 48 hours.
Random List, Roll.
Spreading his flaming wings, the God called back those who had distanced themselves from him. He was pleased with the responses he had received thus far - many had proven their cleverness and dexterity, but a few shone the brightest.
Turning to FAEANNE, the God radiantly smiled. "You are a beautiful child, even if you are broken within. But I see your potential. Leave the Edge - you have no place there. If you dwell in the Throat, under my watch and warmth, your heart shall be healed. I make this offer to you only once."
Turning to TANDAVI, the God again smiled, pleased with his healer. One of the golden flowers at the hooves of the God began to shimmer brightly, spinning slightly. It pulled away from its stem, as it floated gently into the air. Although the center churned with liquid gold, no moisture fell from the flower. The golden petals reflected the light of midday beautifully, as the blossom came to rest in the hair of the healer.
Before rewarding those he judged to be his champions, the God's gaze fell upon the aztec warrior, BELLONA. His fiery gaze surveyed her colorful form with intrigue. Such a beautiful creature, and so clever!...dwelling in the Falls? But why? What could the Falls possibly offer such a creature, that the Throat could not? She stood before him, seemingly desiring the effects of his magic more than the patron God of the lands she called home. What was the point? "Should you desire a home and a God truly befitting a creature of your beauty, you would do well to pay a visit to the Throat..." He said, smiling suggestively. "I assure you, our Oasis is quite...refreshing." Fire rolled down his sleek neck, as he flashed her a charming smile.
Finally the God's burning gaze landed upon HECTOR, one of his warriors. The Sun stallion looked at the rugged creature with approval. Shifting his gaze to SHEBA, the God smiled as well. Both had been clever, both had resorted to different tactics in answering his little challenge. "What is it you seek from me?" He inquired of the pair, his pronged crown moving from one to the other inquisitively.
Without moving or even changing anything about his appearance, the God spoke directly to OPHELIA'S mind. "Do not leave. Wait until the others have gone. You and I have .... things to discuss." His mental voice was tender, even if his outward appearance demonstrated nothing other than patient attentiveness to Hector and Sheba's desires.
Congratulations!
If Faeanne leaves the Edge and comes to live in the Throat, the God will immediately heal her heart-valve defect !
Tandavi has been given one of the flowers! She may wear it in either her mane or tail, if she pleases.
The Sun God will remain for continued conversation.
Clearly the Sun God is not impressed with me. I shrug my shoulders, finding that I don't really care if he is not impressed with me. He gives me nothing for my efforts except a nod as I complete his task. Fine. Go fuck yourself. My eyes flash with irritation at not getting my way. I snort at his magnificence, wanting to deny that his presence is radiant in more ways than one. Have it your way. I mutter under my breath. With a squeal I turn tail and gallop out into the field, spreading my beautiful pink wings as I go. My hooves tear up the soil, softened by the rain of the stormy mare. I pump my wings once, twice, thrice, and achieve lift off. Where I go, I do not know, but I have no desire to be around these pathetic creatures and their ridiculous God. He missed out on a chance to win a very special ally, or perhaps more appropriately, loyal follower. I am young, strong, and beautiful - who knows what I could have achieved for him? He burned that bridge, good luck repairing it.
Once in the air I circle overhead a couple times, examining the scene I've left below. The Sun God's radiance still makes my eyes burn if I look too hard, and his glow makes it hard to see those around him. Many are departing - the ones he favors remain. Perhaps if I gave more shits I would stay to let them know how I feel about the matter. It doesn't matter. I will have my way somehow, someday, with or without the Sun God's aid. Someone will realize that I am a treasure and you want to be on my good side.
07-14-2014, 12:22 AM (This post was last modified: 07-14-2014, 12:24 AM by God of the Sun.)
The GOD of the SUN
Burn the whole world down
The God watched, partially surprised, although mostly amused, by the antics of the hybrid mare. Had no one ever told her what happens when you play with fire...?
Have it your way, he heard her mutter as she took off into the air. Pulling his smouldering gaze up from those around him, he watched her thoughtfully for a moment before muttering under his breath: "Oh I always do."
One of the golden flowers twisted away from its steam, twirling into the air. Only this one did not neatly situate itself in the mane of any around, but instead launched itself high into the air. The blossom rocketed towards the mare who, had stupidly lingered above. Perhaps she would have saved herself from this fate, had her ignorance and childishness not got the best of her. The flower, fueled by an invisible wind stopped abruptly just behind the mare. Its golden petals widened, as if being slowly pulled apart. Just as it appeared the golden liquid in the center would fall out, the flower exploded in a firey burst of light, scattering liquid fire onto Arvakl's rump. The smell of singed hair was immediate; the burns deep and painful.
Non-nonchalantly, he lowered his gaze back to Hector and Sheba. "You were saying?"
He had not expected to be answered. Truth be told, Lace would have considered himself lucky to leave with all limbs still intact and his skin in one piece. The snide rhetoric and no subtle dismay over his former allegiance towards the Moon could be considered downright pleasant compared to the outcome of their first encounter, so perhaps it wasn't very strange for the mortal stallion to be surprised over the feedback he was getting. Not only was he being offered advice - albeit in a haughty and rather unfriendly sort of way - but the task he in the end was given sounded quite pleasant.
Now, he could have complained that he once again had gotten stuck with a creative position to which he felt utterly unsuitable. On the other hand, hadn't he himself decided that he was tired of wars, training and border patrols and all the pointless effort it involved? So the grullo did the wise thing and remained quiet about his misgivings, instead taking to lowering himself into a courteous bow before the flaming deity.
"Thank you, my lord, for your wisdom and time" he murmured - no doubt to deaf ears as the Sun God had taken to watch over the attempts of the hopeful participants in this game. "I will do as you say."
Then, before the God of Sun could change his mind or decide that the gold-blessed equine was a nuisance he moved away to watch the remainder of the trials with quiet interest. It was safe to say that he was relieved he hadn't thought to participate in this folly. He had no clue what half of the others were attempting to do, and when one young unicorn actually asked the god to leave Lace flinched with a barely suppressed grimace. If he didn't get himself burned for that... On the other hand, the sheer display of power that some put up was enough to deeply impress him, among them Tandavi as she seemed to do the very same thing as the god himself had with astonishing results, and a brightly gleaming young mare who actually managed to make it rain.
Shaking his head slightly over the lengths some would go to impress the divine ones, he nevertheless smiled proudly as Tandavi was given a beautiful golden flower from the Lord. Preparing himself to leave now that the audience seemed to be drawing to a close, he sidled up to the red-coated lass and reached out to brush his nose along her neck briefly; mumbling "I'll see you in the Throat" before finally disappearing into the crowd, dragon by his side.
It is rare to see pure joy on the girl's face, at least of late. She has been through much darkness, our firedancer, and despite her youth it has taken its toll upon her slender frame, her supple mind. Yet in this moment all that strife is washed away; it would be fair to say that the young mare positively glows with pleasure and pride, that her lines are soft and her eyes alight, that she is content in the world, free from shadow for a beautiful, fleeting pocket of time.
The magic of the Sun God leaves her just in time, for it is a force too powerful for her to hold. Though she feels vacant without its warmth, the girl knows her diety has taken it back to protect her, and his affirmation of his success fills her heart with a brilliant, blazing pride. She smiles at him, her face alight, the crescent moon crinkling at the pull of lined lips, two-toned ears relaxed in the tangled mane; the boy at his feet is happy too, and runs through the flowers chaotically, splashing in puddles conjured by the clever sky-mirror pegasus. When one a flower rises to rest in the base of the girl's braided tail, she turns to look at it in delight, marveling in the golden glow, the perfection of it, the beauty. She grins at Lace as he passes her by, promising to meet her in the Throat.
In this moment, life is perfect, and the girl is infinitely, perfectly content.
Dark voice strikes out into the wayward crowd, and though it is busy and loud she knows that he will hear. "Thank you," she tells her god, earnestly, happily, black eyes reflecting his brilliant flames. "I will do my best to make you proud." Fierce in voice and high of head, the young mare turns from the Sun, leaving him to those who have been asked to stay, happy to bask in the glorious day and enjoy her time on the top of the world.
07-14-2014, 03:10 PM (This post was last modified: 07-14-2014, 10:55 PM by Bellona.)
The bird can feel the weight of his molten gaze upon her vibrant hide as she approaches the Earth. Although she cannot see the look of approval on his finely-chiselled face, the warrior knows that she has completed the flaming God's task. Retreating figures can be seen all around his radiant form as he sends them away, one by one, and satisfaction rolls over the hybrid like a cluster of rain clouds over a thirsty field. The God has not disposed of her. Perhaps this means he has another task. But is she willing to fulfil it? Not if it earns me ridicule.
Her own fiery stare takes in the ash-and-gold form of the child that trails after her. Annoyance surges through the maiden as her body rocks from the impact of meeting the Earth. Did this golden babe have the audacity to replicate the image that the stunning creature had been clever enough to manipulate? Oh, she most certainly did, and the warrior is far too selfish to condone her imitative behaviours. The beauty's thoughts turn wicked as she lines up her opalescent haunches with the fae's breast. Best to give the girl a lesson on her manners.
But before the haughty vixen can deliver a fateful kick to the defected filly's heart, the God interrupts with, "You are a beautiful child, even if you are broken within-" And soon to be broken without. The comment is silent, albeit malicious. "But I see your potential. Leave the Edge - you have no place there. If you dwell in the Throat, under my watch and warmth, your heart shall be healed. I make this offer to you only once."
The God does not realize just what he has done for the "beautiful child" -- he may have offered to fix her heart, but that will not stop the frenzied bird from trying to rip it out. How dare the bumbling girl steal the reward that was undoubtedly owed to her. A normally cold stare now teems with the flame that has ignited in her breast, and the smoldering warrior --regardless of her injury -- rolls back on her barred hinds to force her corruptive gaze into an innocent one. No amount of healing will save the girl from her wrath, but the Aztec can summon enough self-control to prevent herself from delivering it. Now is neither the time or place to unleash her fury. She knows better than to disrupt the peace in the presence of a God. He will not protect you for long.
Bold ears swivel in the direction of the golden deity as he speaks, and the hybrid tosses her head as he placates her bloody lust with his compliments. The tribal woman considers him to be a misguided God, but she does not think he is blind. She adorns a proud posture with a raised crown and rounded crest, and her eyes do not move from his as he rakes his gaze across her. His smile suggests that is more than just a friendly offering to such a volatile creature, and the warrior has to refrain from rolling her eyes at him. He may be a God, but he acts no differently from the other stallions who have sought after her vivacious form. Males.
"I assure you that it is not refreshment that I seek. Lord." His title is tacked on in an attempt at respect. She would possess so much authority around the likes of him if her etiquette was as flawless as her beauty. But such is not the case for the warrior, as she has a barbed tongue to go with her alluring looks, and she lacks the charm to play off of his words.
"But I do seek answers." A flick of blue-dipped feathers. "I am looking for Osiris, who was once of the Foothills." The hybrid eyes the sun burnt filly as a golden flower settles in her tail, her attention momentarily pulled away from the God. Incredulity replaces the annoyance that has all but faded from her veins, and this time the bird allows a disdainful song to spill from her maw. Mares can be so vain. The warrior does not understand why members of her gender feel the need to act so dainty. She most certainly does not.
Returning to her conversation with the emblazoned stallion, she remains as blunt as ever. "If you know of the wolf's whereabouts, tell me." As if to punish the maiden for her demanding attitude, the wound at her barrel flares up in pain, but her response is less than satisfactory. "Perhaps in return for watering you flowers, you could do something about this."
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When at last the golden gaze of the God came to rest upon him, Hector opened his glorious wingspan in respectful salutation, and the gilt flecks across them glistened like blazing fire. Hard, sound hooves shifted through the yielding grass tussocks as he stepped closer through those still present, though no shadow swept across him, only sheer radiance engulfed his large coppery form. He paused as the golden blooms danced from his reach, thinking hard, for the opportunity to speak with his Lord was a gift seldom deserved.
What do I seek?
He drew a long breath. The answer seemed obvious....
"I wish to protect Dragon’s Throat more effectively. Would you lend me flames so that I might better defend your followers against our foes?" It was an obvious choice. Keeping the borders of his home had always been his duty- his passion, though a strange weight suddenly fell across his shoulders; and a greyness through his mind.
"Perhaps..." He began again quietly, pensively, considering the nature of the insight given to those before him, and the flare of confusion through his simple, mortal soul. He closed his wings quickly, tucking them snug against his slim barrel.
Hector was a devout disciple; he prayed often and served fiercely his home. Still, life had changed so dramatically since those first steps taken through the sands of the Throat, and he held not the same brazen confidence that he’d drawn from the likes of Kri (in the beginning), Gaucho, and of his dear brother Midas. The loss of so many warriors had worn heavily upon his heart. "...perhaps you could advise me also? I’ve not felt the thrill of life since even our loss of the Resolute. I fear glumness has settled inside me, I cannot shake it, and now I’ve lost my direction." The stallion spoke softly, unwilling to divulge to these strangers surrounding that he felt lost- that his home was not quite the gloriously strong nation it had been in the past.
He did not admit so carelessly either, that it was in his mind to start down a new path, discover an education and perhaps further a skill aside from the army. Instead Hector’s jaw tightened across the thought, sealing together marbled teeth and he fell silent before the grace of his Lord.
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It was interesting to see everyone's different ideas towards the solution of the Sun God's quest. Everyone seemed to be doing quite different things, there were a few that seemed to fall short and it was obvious by the expression that crossed the flaming god's features that he wasn't impressed by what they were doing, sadly I hadn't been paying much attention to him when I had been focusing on the movement of the mirages so the look on his face had been lost to me forever.
Not too long had I been standing there when the flaming stallion's wings flashed out to the side beckoning the hoard of creatures back to their semi-circle around his firey flowers. I danced away from the multicolored mare, expecting her to not be too pleased with my actions, I had not meant to imitate the beautifully colored creature but that was how it worked out. Once we had all gathered, and I felt I was safe around the individuals I had huddled alongside the god's voice boomed into the humid Tallsun air. "You are a beautiful child, even if you are broken within. But I see your potential. Leave the Edge - you have no place there. If you dwell in the Throat, under my watch and warmth, your heart shall be healed. I make this offer to you only once."
The stallion's words caused my ivory pupiled eyes to widen with surprise as I gazed at him in awe. For one he had called me beautiful once more, something that I didn't think I would ever grow used to, compliments were something foreign to me. But the rest of it threw me way off of my train of thought, leaving the Edge, leaving Papa Ruske and Momma Eva who had so graciously accepted me into their lives when noonelse wanted me, it was such a hard decision. But what if this was my only chance to get my heart fixed in this lifetime? That was a chance I wasn't willing to pass up, I wanted to be able to play tag properly and learn how to fly without worrying that the change in air pressure would ground me forever.
Long ivory lashes batted against my cheekbones as my mind was made up, I knew I technically didn't have to speak to the flaming stallion to tell him what my decision had been. But it felt award to not speak to the wonderful creature who had offered to heal me...even if it was a hefty price. A light smile spread across my features as I bowed to the handsome god and my golden kissers began to part ever so slightly. "I will do your bidding and leave the Edge...I just have to return to inform my adoptive parents that I will be leaving." As my skull returned to it's normal resting position a bigger smile spread across my features and my vocal chords vibrated once more. "Thank you sir!!" My childish voice was pitched even higher with excitement at the thought of finally getting to be a normal child for the first time in my short life.
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Not surprisingly, your little stunt worked. And without the aid of all of the smoke and mirrors, you think smugly. Luckily for you, your solution seems to have pleased the fiery creature, and instead of burning you to a crisp, he rewards you with a golden smile and asks you what you seek. Of course, you cannot say that you are shocked—after all, he did forewarn the group that only the cleverest would receive his gifts. But still, his approval touches you unexpectedly somewhere deep within, and for a moment, you find yourself softening under his steady molten gaze.
However, before that dangerously lowered emotional drawbridge of yours descends any further, your attention is diverted by Pinkie, who’s decided to make a scene as she storms off. Typical, you muse derisively, feeling a sense of vindictive pleasure as you watch her circle above, clearly upset. It seems that the flaming stallion has also noticed Arvakl lingering, and before your stunned eyes, one of his flowers rises on its own, spewing fire at her perfect milky hide. From the disgusting smell of roasted meat, you have no doubt that she has been badly burned. And to think that could have been you…your eyes widen, and if you weren’t worried that it would offend your mysterious benefactor here, you’d be taking a few steps back right about now. The golden stag clearly has no regrets though, as he casually turns his attention back to you and to the few others he has singled out. “You were saying?” he asks, but you hesitate, still lost in the way he shot flames at Pinkie. You may not like the girl, but still…that had to be agonizing. You’re surprised that she hasn’t come crashing to earth with burns like those. Whoever is standing before you, he is much more powerful than you anticipated.
Unfortunately, your hesitation has cost you, and before you can respond, several others jump in front of you: first a silver male, next a little blonde girl, then a bossy mare whose loud design resembles some sort of ridiculous parrot, and lastly, the giant horned pegasus beside you. You wait impatiently, irked, but not daring to cause a stir—Arvakl made that mistake, and you’d rather not join her in her world of hurt.
And then, finally the others fall silent and it is your turn to speak. The flaming one has asked you what you seek from him, and you have wasted no time in considering. You want what you saw in the cave: the blessing of a silver tongue. “Well, my lord,” you begin, wisely choosing to imitate the others in your use of a respectful title, “I seek a simple gift. When I speak, I want others to listen.” It is not enough for them merely to hear you, but to heed you—that is what you would desire from the golden creature.
OOC: Sheba seeks [Magic: Dark x Light | Can alter the tone of her voice in a way that makes others trust and believe what she says - the more she speaks, the more they fall under her spell | Restrictions: would require player permission to use in normal threads; can be used once during battle (effects last 30 seconds)]
07-15-2014, 08:56 AM (This post was last modified: 07-15-2014, 08:56 AM by Ophelia.)
I HAVE BURNED MY TOMORROWS, AND I STAND INSIDE TODAY At the edge of the future, and my dreams all fade away
Ophelia could not help the bloom of pride that flourished in her chest when he said that her solution was perfect. Perfect? What an unattainable word, and yet she received it from the lips of a god. Had he forgiven her then? Had she forgiven him? In her desperation, she lost her dignity. She should be angry that he cast her out, upset that he threw a fireball in her direction! But despite her best efforts to be firm and furious, she was a moth to a flame in his presence. She always had been and most likely always would be. Still, that obsession did not help the fact that he had broken her heart, and she stood very still, trying to control her breathing and the tidal wave of mixed emotions.
Granted, that was not exactly easy when a mare, full of vibrancy and color, mentioned him. Osiris had been her best friend. He had been the reason she coveted a dragon. Comadre had been an essential part of her childhood, and she had fallen in a foolish, childish love with his wolfish counterpart. That love was only to be dashed by watched him and his true love on the beach of the Endless Tides, and now, she had to hear his name once more from the lips of another mare.
Why was the world so cruel?
Still, she knew Osiris, or at least she thought she did. So, after a brief glance to the God and a respectful bow of her head, she spoke. "Osiris was in my herd for a long time," she said quietly, remembering The Grey as if it were yesterday. "I saw him after the darkness had taken over the land and the light had returned." How long ago had that been? Nearly a year now.
"But, he has wolf family that draws him away. Perhaps he had to help his brothers and sisters in their pack." Any other reason for him to leave was not a pleasant one. Maybe he followed that gray pegasus mare home? Maybe they were happily a family and he had forgotten about her completely? She stifled a sigh. "Though that was the last time I had seen him, the God of the Sun may shed more light on his disappearance."
The God spoke in her mind then, telling her to stay back, and she replied in her head. "Yes, my Lord", she said, knowing that he could hear her thoughts. Her term of reverence was delivered naturally, and she waited for the child and the stallion, Hector, whom she remembered form long ago, spoke their desires. The white mare, this Sheba, had an interesting request, and she was immediately wary. Who would want such a power? Ophelia narrowed her eyes slightly but remained silent.
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Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
His words fill me. From the moment his deep, resonant voice begins to address me, I feel fulfilled, and I want to allow myself to stay that way, to really believe him - his light and fire burns away whatever doubt I held within me, and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I was not lost.
I rode on the sense of fulfilment he gave me. He addressed others all around me, and I could not help but simply smile, even as his temper burned all around us, even as he otherwise ignored my presence after he announced that I was no longer lost.
No longer lost.
It was amazing, the effect it had upon me, almost immediately. Though others had tried, it seemed only the words of a God could truly uplift me. I didn't know how long the effects would last, if they would be permanent, or if they would fade as soon as his magnificent frame was out of my sight.
My eyes travel over the other individuals that he blesses (or burns), vaguely aware of what they look like, where they might hail from. Some I even recognise - the pale, crimson-trimmed girl with a silver dragon seems to tug at my memories. I wasn't sure if I knew her directly or perhaps someone very much like her.
I recognise the large tribrid, Hector, from my homeland. I remember him training with my father. I smile at the memory, and I am filled with a sense of loss, but suddenly, there seemed to be a solution to that sensation of missing out on something.
I could go home.
The Lord of the Sun encourages many to join his herdland, and while he does not extend the invitation directly to me, I wonder fully and properly, the possibility that I might too, return home. The smile upon m face turns to one of amusement as a mare dares to talk back to him, though I give no indication to my thoughts besides a slightly more devious smirk.
"Thank you," I murmur, quietly, more to myself then to the Lord, though I know he will hear it, feel it - he hears and feels everything after all. With my hide full with his glow - and rimmed by my own magic that pleased him so - I push myself forward, dipping my broad wings towards him in a pegasus' salute, before beginning a journey that is decidedly southern in destination.
07-17-2014, 05:13 PM (This post was last modified: 07-18-2014, 01:42 AM by Sevin.)
The half-child watches with curiosity and bated breath as the golden god chastises those who have performed foolishly and provides loving guidance to those who have pleased him. Adelric,of course, is privy to neither. He has not acted out enough to earn the god’s ire, but he has not performed well enough to be doted upon. He is not surprised. As he noted before, he is not worthy, not important enough to be noticed, to be paid any mind to. In fact, he feels bad that he has tainted Erebos’ grandeur with his unworthiness. “I’m sorry,” he says to the Night Phoenix, but knows that it will not be enough. Surely Erebos, the brilliant child that he is, expected some notice from the fiery deity. Adelric has disappointed him.
Still, though the half-child feels that he should leave, that he should take his contemptible body from this place, he cannot bring himself to go. He hesitates, watching the god, taking in what he can see, noting what is said and what gifts are provided to whom, and still… Still there is no answer to his question, no explanation for the grandiose implications that magic brings. The question eats at him, tears his tiny soul to pieces, because he cannot fathom how the power of someone so great as the sun god himself can live in the mere mortal body of a horse, a unicorn, a pegasus, to be commanded at their will, to be contained enough to not tear their bodies to pieces. He sighs, mis-matched eyes looking around him, and he almost breathes the question, almost dares to ask it, and then… Her. His eyes fall upon Ophelia, though he does not know her name, and he widens his eyes in surprise. It is the mare with the two-toned eyes again, the one he found before in the caves, and now he is torn in two.
He needs to ask Ophelia a question, ask her about her eyes, because he feels that his own mis-matched pair that stare back at him from his reflection in the waters of his home make him half a whole, lesser than the rest of his herd and friends and companions. Of course, there are other reasons that he is convinced that he is a half-child. So maybe he should not ask her, because he will offend her. Perhaps she has managed to forget about her mis-matched eyes and has protected herself with the normal, the good, the worthy and whole aspects of herself. No, he should not speak to her- he convinces himself that he will only upset her. So instead of saying anything, the half-child looks between Ophelia and the Sun God, a question for both hidden just beyond his lips, plainly visible on his face and in his eyes, but he says nothing. He is a silent statue, lost in the chaos that surrounds the brilliant god and his flowers.
OOC| Don’t mind Adie, being a creep. If nobody says anything to him, you can just assume that he sneaks off to somewhere else ;)
No matter how brilliantly and perfected Bellona's guise is, her true feelings shimmer brightly beneath the God's mental-gaze; nearly as brightly as her array of plumage. For a moment, the flames that lick and flow on his golden hide ignite, burning larger and hotter. Annoyance fuels and fans the flames, but it dissipates quickly, as amusement washes through. Jealousy, such an ugly emotion, he thinks to himself with a sneer. So the bird feels cheated? What a shame. Dislikes the young one? Who cares. As she speaks, the flames dwindle to their original size, and his burning gaze narrows. He is already bored of her. He has seen her type before. He thought perhaps she was different, but oh no - she is the same. But aren't they all the same, really? Ignorant in her view of the world, as if her tiny slice of experience means anything. And the attitude - oh! - it was in her best interest to keep her thoughts from being spoken, but that did not mean he did not have access to them.
The God's gaze turned to Ophelia, as she attempted to answer the mare's question. When she finished, the God snorted in Bellona's direction. She was a fool to disregard his attention, although now it made sense why she lived in the Foothills. "I offered you your answers once, but you've turned it down. Refreshment seems precisely what you need. A mental refreshment - the whereabouts of Osiris; physical refreshment - the easing of your wounds. Perhaps you might even have found something else in the sands. Something dragon related, perhaps?" He paused, golden eyes blaring with a cruel amusement. Although the God hated the pompous attitude of mortals when they ignorantly denied his attention and aid, he did like reminding them of what their attitude had cost them. He was the God of the Sun - who else but He, could they possibly think they needed? The Earth would never lift a hoof to aid those with dark intentions - whereas his Sister only interfered when it was in her best interest. His other brother...well. His aid seemingly only came if you caught him on a good day.
Bellona was a fool to have turned down his offer. "You had your chance." He snapped, before turning his back on her.
Looking to Hector now, the God's gaze softened significantly. Hector was a loyal and impressive soldier, so it surprised the God very little that he asked for magic to defend the Throat. "I won't lend them to you Hector, I shall give them to you. But first, you must find your purpose once again. The Resolute has gone - she has attended to business outside of these borders. And while we will remember Kri for her strength and stature, we will not dwell on what we have lost. Ghosts cannot give you purpose Hector. Think on what is important to you. Come to my shrine and pray on these things. Your purpose will become clear to you then."
Looking to Sheba now, the pale mare who had so cleverly provided a solution to his puzzle, he paused, listening to her request. The idea intrigued him. With her delicately feminine appearance, surely she at least partially knew how to achieve the results that she desired by magic? And what of the effects? Most interestingly to the God, he wondered what the color of her soul was...Well. If she desired this gift from him, it was only fair that she provide these answers to him. "Prove to me that you can do this on your own...but on my terms. You shall leave here...altered, in some...minor way. Convince someone to love you - as a friend or as a lover - and make them give something of value to you. When this is done, return to me with the item."
Only a few remained. The golden-adorned child had departed, promising to do his bidding. He would have to look for her in the Throat. Lace, rather surprisingly, had left without his normal pessimistic sarcasm. He had even agreed to meet Tandavi in the Throat. Apparently the God would be on the lookout for a number of new faces in his land. He had smiled dotingly as Tandavi departed, the golden flower brightly blossoming perpetually in her tail, and nodded knowingly to Cirrus. He would have to find time to speak with the weather-changer. Her soul seemed broken - likely due to the companion who no longer lingered at her side.
A large hybrid lingered just off the side. Had his gaze not been so adoringly fixated upon Ophelia, likely the God would not have glanced at him twice. A shiver of white-hot annoyance rumbled along the God's spine, as his golden gaze narrowed. What did the boy want? He wreaked of need and unspoken questions. But for whom?
Were there any higher power (higher than the four Gods), who could reach inside of the God of the Sun and deduce his emotions, this power might have found a shard of jealousy beginning to fester. The idea of another coveting something which had once been so close to the God was...foreign. Rarely, if ever before, had the God cast away something so clearly precious to him. The idea of another possessing even an infinitely small amount of that desire was nearly inconceivable. And in fact, it was, for the God, so proud in his endeavors, would never admit such a thing, to himself, or to anyone else. And so, the God merely sneered at the hybrid child, before casting his gaze to Ophelia. "It seems there is someone who wants your attention." He noted, sounding aloof and un-bothered, as he gestured towards Adelric. The God wanted to speak with Ophelia, but privately. Of course he could simply burn the child to make him leave, that would be much simpler. Yet a part of the God wanted to know why the child seemed to desire her attention in such a...shy way.
He had waited long enough to speak with Ophelia. He could wait a little more.
Hector must pray at the Sun God's shrine, listing what is most important to him. The rest of his quest will be revealed then.
If Sheba accepts, she will be horribly disfigured. She will be aged several years, her mane and tail will be tangled and sparse, and her frame thin. Her voice will be raspy and her eyes sunken. She will have nothing left of her former beauty, only her wits and her words. She must convince someone to love her - either as a mate or as a friend - and have them give something of value to her as a symbol of their affection. She must bring the item to the God.
07-18-2014, 11:30 AM (This post was last modified: 07-18-2014, 02:40 PM by Bellona.)
A steaming gaze snaps onto the porcelain unicorn's mismatching one, and the peahen narrows her eyes as she is promptly removed from the God's favors and sent sprawling around in the dirt. Fine. She didn't need this God to heal her, or to provide her with protection. It seems to the loud bird that even mortals can answer her questions, and her lips tighten in a frown at the lady's words. So Osiris isn't here.
The heat that presses at her bright hide drastically increases in temperature, and the beauty swiftly backs away from the burning stag. She hates to show cowardice, but she is not an idiot: the warrior knows when it is time to back away from a fight. The retreating woman has already caused quite the stir in this God, and his anger has made her withdraw. Amusement and bitterness no longer taint the waters of her basin -- it is respect and disappointment that sustain her now.
A warm breath of air plays with her writhing locks, casting them across her gaze, but the maiden does not deal with the annoyance. Whereas her usual selfish desires would have kept her around the deity longer, his words lash at her heart like cat-o'-nine-tales to the flesh. She had deserved his gifts today, but now she has lost her chance. The Aztec will remember this introductory meeting with the Gods, and take it to heart. Never again will she be demanding of a person as powerful as they are. But that says absolutely nothing for the mortals.
Spinning on her heel and remembering what happened to the flying girl, the peahen saunters away from the group without another word. Her wound pangs at her side at the land-bound movement, but she does not dare flight -- she has been reprimanded, but she does not fancy being barbecued as well. For the first time since her initiation, the warrior is returning home.
Let them remember me as I will remember them.
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Ophelia observed the scene around her in quiet, not sure if this was a dream still or not. She hoped not. She hoped that with all of this redemption she was experiencing with her sister and Roskuld that this moment with the God of the Sun would follow suit. Would she be forgiven, not forsaken? She watched his ire flame at the multi-colored mare who had asked about Osiris, wondering what she wanted with her friend. Then, she listened to the kind way in which he regarded Hector.
What interested her the most, however, was the quest he gave to Sheba. She was not surprised, only interested. The God of the Sun was particularly adept and making sure that you fully understood the gravity of what you asked. To turn such a beautiful mare into something less attractive, to have to fully rely on her words without power? Well, that was difficult, but in the end, would it not make her exponentially more powerful at her desired art of persuasion? Certainly that was what he meant by "altered".
The Forsaken's gaze was fully focused on the god, hanging on his words and observing his movements. Two years had past since she had been able to carefully study the unchanging figure of the Sun. He was still beautiful, full of life, and the only immortal who seemed young despite his age. Perhaps this is what drew her to him in the first place, given that she had never felt young with her memories.
So, when he spoke to her, golden eyes meeting hers only to tell her that someone else wanted her attention, she furrowed her brows. Ophelia's dual colored gaze shifted to lock onto the figure of a boy who plucked a memory from her mind. He had one yellow and one green eye and strange, red and black markings around his neck. Such a child was not easily forgotten, especially not from her mind.
But why did he want to speak to her?
Curious, she stepped forward, lowering her neck slightly to appear less intimidating. Tinek, her silver dragon, curled around her front legs, eyeing the boy as well. A soft, gentle smile curved her lips, but her ageless, strange eyes would forever hold a deep sadness. "I remember you from the caves," she murmured softly, recalling the heartbreaking realization that her deepest wishes would never come true. He was in the background, as she was leaving.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
Adelric watches with bated breath as the Sun gives his commands to those about him. To the peacock mare, disdain because she should have listened or been respectful. To the large hybrid, honor and glory- a request for Hector to pray at the Sun God's shrine. And to the pale mare, a task that Adelric would have been happy to carry out, if only it would make the god happy. He would not mind being altered or changed to fit the deity's whimsy, if it was requested of him. But, he reminds himself, it was not. He is unworthy, a speck on this mountaintop, a fly compared to those all around him. That is, until the Sun God takes notice of his contemptible form.
So fixated on the white mare, he does not notice the god's sneer, though he would not have been angry for it. It was an understandable emotion. Adelric had done so little to try and make the god like him. It was his own fault. But the fact that the god has taken notice of him at all... he is astonished and shaken. What to do? While his indecision holds him rooted in place, Ophelia steps towards him and her smile, gentle and beautiful, gives him some peace. He finds himself in the chaotic reaches of his mind and settles his egg onto the ground, where it can be safe while he bows to them. As his leg stretches out and his head stretches down, he looks first to the Sun God and then to Ophelia, hoping he will not offend the latter, but the former certainly requires his honor first.
“I remember you too,” he echoes her sentiment softly, “I'm Adelric.” With her question in his mind, he bites his tongue, still not sure what to say, how to say it, or if he even should. But he fears the wrath of the sun, as he has watched so many others get burnt, and he does not wish to anger the god by not asking the question that the Sun clearly knows he wishes to as. So, after some hemming and hawing, hedging and shifting, nosing his egg and looking to the white dragon, the half-child decides to speak.
“You have eyes like me... I haven't seen anyone else like that, except my sister.” For a half a moment he looks for Zunden, but her form has long since retreated from this gathering. “Do- does it mean something?” He pauses for a breath, trying to work up the courage to speak the other question lodged in his mouth. “How do I... how do I fix myself?” Finally, and quickly, because he suddenly realizes he has probably offended her by suggesting that she needs to fix herself as well (though he thinks that she is probably perfect), he says for the second time in a short while, “I'm sorry.”
07-19-2014, 10:27 PM (This post was last modified: 07-19-2014, 10:29 PM by Sheba.)
The golden hybrid speaks to the others in turn, and while you remain silent, you observe the differences in his treatment of the bossy mare and the warrior-type male beside you. Keen eyes take it all in, paying special attention to the minute details of their exchanges, the little nuances that make the difference between being burned and being blessed. It is a fine line to walk, but in this case, you find it in your best interest to mimic the rusty stallion’s gentler, more humble approach. As the flaming stranger converses with your companions, you do you best to arrange your features into an appropriately respectful expression, softening your gaze and lowering your head. You only pray that it will appease him, the unsettlingly unpredictable creature that he is.
When he comes to you once again, it is with an offer that brings a smile to your velvet lips. He will grant your request, as long as it conforms to a set of conditions that he soon lays out for you: you must convince someone to love you and to give you something as a token of their affection. If you weren’t wary of his reaction, you would have let the grin spread wide across your face; as it is, you cannot help but give a little toss of your mane. Get someone to love you? Piece of cake. Dear Sheba, if only you knew the full implications of the god’s request, you would not have celebrated so readily. But as it is, love and lust are two inseparable entities to you; in your mind, they are one and the same—surely you can manage to attract a lover who will easily hand over some trinket or another for you to show your benefactor. And his mention of an alteration? It is a mere trifle to you in the light of the power that you shall very soon receive. You hardly bat an eye at his terms and gladly accept.
“Thank you, my lord,” you murmur, eyes trained on his hooves in a proper display of respect. But the honey brown pools, so soft just a moment before, have gone flinty, and you can hardly keep from dancing off to find the nearest male and get to work on the stranger’s request immediately. “I trust that I will be seeing you again soon,” you finish, bowing your delicate dished head to him before turning to leave.
Oh, Sheba. If only you realized what utter despair you had just invited into your life…but you will find out soon enough. For this moment, be merry—I assume that there will not be many happy days in your near future.
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