the Rift


salvation for the damned [kou, edge members]

Aerwela Posts: N/A
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The humid air nipped harshly at the amazon's lungs, each intake eliciting a goading stab of pain as if filled with a million tiny daggers. Her haunches burned with exertion, the hammering of her hooves against the Loorien perfectly in-tune to the throbbing of her hectic pulse. Her heart thrummed within her ears, though the tempestuous voices of her pursuers had long since vanished, lost in the wind. Heedless, the exotic mare continued, her pace never diminished, the threat of her followers lashing perpetually at her heels.

The night hovered over the land in a layered shroud of darkness, the moon vacant from the celestial backdrop of space. It had drenched the land in an essence laden of eeriness, a befitting scene for the elusion of an alleged witch.

Had the moon been suspended in a waxed disk, vivid and illuminating, perhaps she would not be quite so fortunate. The darkness was her ally this night, concealing her in a swath of protection that had enabled her escape. Her body, too, had not failed her thus far, even as she forced it farther and farther, never fully convinced that she had evaded them.

But it was only a matter of time before her limbs would finally give in, buckling under the weight of overburdening labor. Until then, she would not cease.

Foam had effervesced upon her bosom, thick and frothy with the incumbrance of her incessant campaign. She had gone mad with determination, fueled by the prospect of her ultimate demise, all because this gift she had been blessed with. Where Aerwela had disguised her magic rather well, it had not gone unnoticed. Rumors had spread quickly of her sorcerous ability, and, in their delirious alarm, the Witch Hunters had erroneously spilled the blood of an innocent vessel whom had been abstained from the very same graces that had damned this capricious vixen.

She did not regret her powers. It was their loss that they did not notice the strength it endowed upon its wielder, that they regarded it with little more than fear. They were ignorant to its true capabilities, and it angered her deeply that her dear sister took the fall for their nescience. She would not succumb. She would not become yet another of their victims. So much blood had already been spilled in their blind folly.

To give up now, would be to consent to their callowness.




Kou Posts: 93
Aurora Basin Mare
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.0 :: 4
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#2
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Kou
Heavy steps carried the mare through Helovia's Threshold. She was a lot happier as of late even after her argument in the forest with Mauja. She felt lighter despite the weight she was carrying in her belly. No longer was she bottling up anger and resentment for the king's foolish decisions. Her feelings were all out in the open and, thanks to d'Artagnan, the king knew she had been so angry because she had cared about him and his well-being. It might take a little time before they were back on the same terms they had been on before, but Kou could wait. Relationships took time to build and they took time to mend once they were injured. She would not rush it.

Pounding hoof beats echoed through the forest, causing the mare to stop and look around. Her head raised high, her ears strained forward to catch the sound as it increased in volume and tempo. She blinked as she caught a flash of something between the trees. Another flash of buckskin. Those leg markings. Kou's heart felt like it leapt into her throat. Could it really be who she thought it was?

"Aerwela?" The mare's voice came out much too softly for the other mare to hear over the thundering of her own hooves. Kou lurched into a slow trot as she cut through the forest to try and get to a place to cut the other mare off. "Aerwela!" Her voice came stronger when another glimpse of the mare was seen. There was no way that she would be able to catch up to her racing friend. Not while she was carrying a foal and she couldn't risk that foal's life by running breakneck through the forest.

"Aerwela!" She screamed the name this time, hoping that her voice would be heard over the hoof falls of the mare and the beating of her heart in her ears. Kou continued to move in hopes that Aerwela would at the very least turn her head and catch a glimpse of her pale form.


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Aerwela Posts: N/A
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The pale mare's voice had not been lost. It had egressed upon the amazon with a lucid gentleness, so quiesce and distant beyond the throbbing of her pulse and the thunderous symphony of her hooves that she had passed it off as a figment of her imagination. She'd thought it the voice of her sister, and certainly she had gone mad with exasperation, for her sister was no more. She had seen the vividness of her life slowly drain from her eyes, something Aerwela was not a virgin to witnessing.

It had acted as fuel to the flame ablaze within her muscles, burning savagely, though it had uprisen as more of a numb, tingling sensation due to the swift, relentless tempo of her gait. It rang out again, pristine and demanding; almost pleading. Caught off guard, the exotic vixen jerked her head abruptly toward it, white rimmed eyes searching for the one who had bellowed such a note. Her legs still pumping, her eyes settled upon something flashing in between the trees, a dim apparition, though noticeable none the less.

A pang of distress quickly evolved within her, her immediate reaction to turn and run faster - but something vague barred her from doing so. It was the glint of a sleek horn, reflecting what little light remained to guide the two bodies.

She returned her attention to the terrain ahead of her, head bowed as she collected her haunches beneath her. Her striped hooves skid viciously across the dilapidated leafage that mantled the forest floor, struggling to find traction. Snorting fiercely - a deep, nasal sound; a testament to her kinetic attitude - she came to a halt whilst her muscles shouted achingly beneath her thick, mahogany hide. Atop energetic hooves she stood erect, her entire body seemingly trembling with shock - overexerted, pushed to its proverbial limit.

Urgently she turned to regard the stranger, her joints locked and rigid. Her mane tumbled in a disheveled heap down her nape, tangled and pregnant with a collection of sweat, chilled by the cool Orangemoon air. She seemed so familiar - her pale complexion; the dimly glimmering blue of her eyes, dilute in the lack of light. The dimensions of her features connected with a name almost immediately, and Aerwela stared blankly toward her, perplexed. "Kou?" She uttered breathlessly, her feet stumbling in a rakish manner across the cluttered forest floor.

"Is that truly you?"

Could she be real? No, of course not. The Kou she'd known was dead, slaughtered by worthless, blood-thirsty hunters, the same who had threatened to grant her a similar fate. She exhaled, a gruff, strained sonance. "How is it that you're still alive?" Her accent laden voice was strong as always, though it beheld a new-found brusque inflection. Her nostrils flexed to an abnormal degree, her lungs expanding wide with each winded intake. She couldn't quite discern whether or not the mare before her was real, if she was more than an envisaged apparition. She was unsure whether she was merely a delusion projected by her restless mind or the filly she had known so long ago.

Shrouded in uncertainty, she outstretched her muzzle to touch her, her breathing shaky and plumes of smoke furling from her nostrils with each exhalation.



Kou Posts: 93
Aurora Basin Mare
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.0 :: 4
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#4
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Kou

Her heart ached with desperation and longing as the mare continued to thunder through the forest. She wanted desperately for her to stop. She had to know if it was, indeed, Aerwela who had happened upon Helovia. If it was she needed to bring her to the Edge where she could live safely among their own kind. "Aerwela!" Her voice held all the desperation she felt inside, but she was growing more hopeless with each hoof fall.

Kou was ready to give up completely when the thundering of the other mare's hooves suddenly stopped. Her ears strained forward again and she heard the murmur of her own name. Tears stung her eyes and she began to move more quickly through the forest to find her dear friend. "Oh, Aer." She murmured to the mare. "Yes, it's me." She didn't know that the other mare had thought her dead for so long until she asked how she was still alive.

The question brought her back to her childhood in Etaine. She had been nothing more than an innocent foal that had discovered her magic for the first time. She hadn't known the danger of possessing such a trait until the witch hunters had come. She remembered her father fighting them to try and hold them off so she and her mother could escape. She remembered running through the forest alone, not knowing where her mother had gone. She also remembered going back to find her father only to see the witch hunters gathered around his fallen body and setting it aflame. After that she had turned and ran, never looking back for fear that the witch hunters would be hot on her trail.

Kou blinked and shook the memories away. "My father protected me." She said sadly. "I was able to get away because of him." She reached her muzzle toward Aerwela's bumping her's gently against the other mare's. She huffed a gentle grassy breath before pulling away and looking at her again. "What are you doing here? Were they after you?" She cast a worried glance at the forest behind Aerwela, one of her ears tilting back. It was the only explanation for her to be running the way she had been.


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Aerwela Posts: N/A
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Her touch affirmed that, certainly, she was real. Aerwela allowed a smile to tug at her lips, genuine as it was. "I had thought you dead all these years." She said admittedly, a hint of laughter diffused throughout her words, not out of spite, but relief; ease. There were few individuals the amazon would allow into her heart, those meager few consisting mainly of blood relatives. After all, blood truly is thicker than water. "They were, but I ran for a long time, Kou. I left them far behind." Simply by uttering the words she felt her assurance grow stronger. Still, she could not help but be weary. She had thought them gone once before, only to have them find her once again, a lust for blood stark in their eyes.

She closed her eyes, a sigh pressing past her lips. "They killed her - my sister." She did not display a great surge of emotion, as was simply in her nature, though the remorse was clearly evident upon her features. Kanwar had been her closest ally, and surely she would be mourned, but life does not yield to anyone - life would go on, as it always does.

She shifted her weight, her muscles stinging as she did so, irritated by the drastic, sudden decline in exertion. She felt a bit light-headed, her chest still coated in sweat, chilly with each steady billow of the wind. Gradually her frayed nerves were collected, but her paranoia still existed, burrowed behind layers of artificial confidence. "But Kou," Her accented dialect was affluent of tiredness, her breathing still labored. "I am glad she is free from the abuse of this life." She sighed once again, uncertain as to what extent of genuineness her words had actually held. Was it selfish to wish her by her side, still?

She found her eyes momentarily roaming Kou's physique, noting the roundness of her barrel, the fragrance of her aroma, the sleekness of her coat, the fullness of her mane. She was with child. Aerwela had already bared herself a colt - the result of an amorous night of lust and lascivious appetites. She knew the signs of pregnancy when she saw them, even if she had aborted her foal before the time had come. Slowly she outstretched her muzzle to gently nudge her flank, warmth rolling out in great puffs from her nostrils. "Kou, you are with child?" She said, her words allocated with subtle mirth, pleased.

Child bearing was a gracious, intimate process, and she wished her friend health: to both her and the life that swelled within her womb. The amazon had always wished such a thing for herself, but, apparently, it just had not been meant to be.

[ ooc ; Just a side note, I imagine her to sound like this: link. ]



d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
#6

Forests always seemed more electric at night. Their deceptive shadows and creaking branches matched the ever ominous glow of the moon, who graciously lit the blackened landscape. The nocturnal came out to prey on those less fortunate and played with the remains afterwards. d'Artagnan liked to consider himself a nocturnal being. Although this wasn't entirely true nor possible, but who was going to tell the Nightshade that? Stalking along, the red moved his patrol out and into the Threshold. Really, it was the Conscript's job to do this but the merlot beast rather liked skulking about during the night. The most interesting of characters could be found lurking at this time.

Cloven hooves shifted and crunched against the dying leaves, a completely normal sound blown out of proportion through the sheer dark silence. d'Artagnan felt like there were a million and one eyes staring him as he pressed on, the feeling of being watched sending him into a joyous delirium. Sooty lips vibrated as a low hum of complete contentment escaped played out in the eerie scene, the sound he created was low and husky.

This would of made up the rest of the Doctor's night had it not been for the sound of voices. One familiar was acutely familiar. Stopping in his tracks d'Artagnan frowned in the direction of the mares, slightly annoyed to of been interrupted during his lovely humming. The morbid excitement drained away from his body as he sighed and slid off towards the pair and grumpily cursed the social life of females. The Doctor wondered if he was going to walk into some nocturnal club for pregnant mares of Helovia and if that was the case, should he turn around now? However, as he got closer there was only one other with his Nurse and she clearly was not pregnant. Breathing a rather large sigh of relief, d'Artagnan walked over to greet the pair.

"Kou" he dropped his guard for a moment to share a tender look with her before turning to consider her oddly marked friend. This femme looked around a similar age to his pale peacemaker but stood at least a hand taller. However, d'Artagnan found it rather interesting that they seemed to know each other.

"Who is your exotic friend?"


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Kou Posts: 93
Aurora Basin Mare
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.0 :: 4
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Kou
Aerwela only confirmed Kou's worst fear, that the Witch Hunters had gone after her and tried to kill her. Her stomach churned and knotted at the news that Kanwar had been killed by them. "Oh no..." She murmured sadly, her blue eyes closing. "Not Kanwar." The mare shook her head as if that alone would rid her of the knowledge that more from her home had been killed by the Witch Hunters. When would they stop? When every unicorn had been bled dry? When there was nothing but a race of magicless, hopeless beings living there. It made the mare all the more relieved that she had managed to escape when she had.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She shifted her weight to look her friend over, but there was no gaping injury that stood out to her. Nothing but the foamy sweat that covered her hide. "I'm so sorry Aerwela." She said moments later. "I wish you had escaped sooner and brought Kanwar with you." It was sad to hear Aerwela say that she was thankful Kanwar was gone from such an abusive life, but she had been so young. It was too soon for any of them to go.

She stood in silence, then, unsure of what to say. There was no easy way to comfort someone that had lost someone precious to them, she knew that from experience. It had taken her years to move on from her own father's death. Thankfully Aerwela changed the topic of their conversation to her pregnancy and Kou smiled. That smile only grew when the doctor appeared. She returned his tender gaze with a smile then turned back to Aerwela when he asked about her.

"This is Aerwela. We come from the same herd. Aerwela, this is the Moon Doctor, d'Artagnan. If you have any injuries he can treat them for you, but I do think that we should go to the Edge first." She looked to d'Artagnan, hoping that he would agree with her so they could leave.


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