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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.
Site Wide Plots
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.
Cotm
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!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
The citizens of Helovia could not see past their own hooves. They were plagued with short life spans and even thinner intellect, it seemed. Quick tempers, impatient, and hypocrites, really. They were so concerned with the deaths of their own and how wrong it was, but they would so easily condemn her, a goddess, to the same fate. The stunningly beautiful mare rolled her bright, silver eyes, snorting in irritation as she walked toward the World's Edge, making a few detours along the way. She had not traveled here in a very long time, and she ascended the big, marble steps with an easy, lithe leap.
Her thin, curved physique, noble, arched neck and stunningly exotic face belonged in these regal halls, and she looked as if she belonged there from the beginning. Her wings nearly disappeared into her side, the soft feathers perfectly matching the lavender fibers of her beautiful coat. Elegantly, she tossed her head, silver mane tumbling over her shoulders, and she exhaled moodily, staring at the babbling brook. How long would she be stuck here? She wondered. Not that the land wasn't lovely, but she missed her home. For as cruel as she seemed, the goddess gave excellent advice, caring more about the state of the world and the balance of light and dark than herself or others.
Lack of care often yielded excellent advice, unbiased and free from the shackles of personal gain. The moon above the sky was particularly bright and beautiful, making her coat glow in it's glory. She wandered around the marble, not sleeping - not needing to, and exhaling in the stifling summer's air. Fireflies danced around the small brook, landing on flowers and buzzing. Truly, this place was incomparable. If only the citizens were so honest with themselves. She vacillated between depression and anger at their antics, and yet there she stood, a willing victim to their pathetic crimes.
02-08-2015, 11:04 PM (This post was last modified: 02-08-2015, 11:05 PM by Thranduil.)
Thranduil
The golden was not exactly thrilled. Call the citizens of this world what you may, but to betray yourself, and to do so in such vulgar fashion. It was obscene. He cared little for her personal fate. Honestly, the golden knew, of all creatures, she should know the loneliness of souls like theirs. But he had followed, kept tabs best he could. So when he came through the trees, he was not exactly a pleasant face. His earth eyes set hard against her elegant soft curves. In the multi-colored light of the ceiling above her she looked impossible. Like a vision of some other world. It was hard not to be wooed by such a creature. It tugged at all the right places for his hair to stand on end, and yet sooth in a sultry wind. Oh but remember young son. Remember what she has done!
She had killed ten souls without any knowing her hand for anothers. She had corrupted every earthen darkness to send horrid pictures, that even the gold admitted still walked his dreams. She had, the golden was near certain, sent a plague of a fruit to infest even him with flies. How could you trust a woman who was a lie? How could you be certain of a loyalty that was sure to fail you? Like everything else he supposed.
A smirk rose on his lips as the golden stepped fully out before the lady. His little follower was still tucked safely in the north (though with his recent escapes that was questionable). Curving his body the gold sidles up to the lady’s throne. “It doesn’t suit you.” The gold whispered. “Being found out.” The gold in those earth eyes flash as he nods his head. “That and all the split blood….” There was no poetry here today, no songs of praise. The gold wasn’t after something this time, surely she understood those things. Besides this was not the time for flattery. The dark depths of the reality of the world were too close. “A few too many bodies lying about though I’m afraid.” The golden’s tasseled tail twitched, but oh that sultry beauty of her couldn’t help but eat away at him. Not the beauty on the outside you idiot! That dark and talented soul within! Think of the tricks she has played and plans. They made the gold’s spine tingle. “Nevertheless. Impressive M'Lady. Pity they want your beautiful head for it.” Kings, Gods, and the world may fall, but the golden will always remain.
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"They don't want her head." Came a rather even and emotionless voice.
The filly had been standing in the trees, as motionless as she could manage. She had learned that the stiller she stood, the faster it would happen, it being the gradual transition of her body from flesh to ... well, to whatever environment she was in. Currently it was just grasses and things that had covered her limbs, although if she stood still enough on the cliffs in the Edge she could make herself appear like a statue. There was something very satisfying about the whole thing, the stillness and the deception. That was the position she found herself in when voices and movement drew her out of her semi-trance and back into the world of movement and words.
On long legs, the demi-child moved forward, her eyes glued to the Goddess. The girl was not interested in whatever beauty the deity possessed, such things made little sense to her at this point, but of her mind. Her lanky body halted next to Thranduil, standing awkwardly close but not seeming to mind. Social graces were lost on her just as obviously as shows of respect towards Gods.
She had heard those of the Edge speak of the Goddess. The girl got the impression that they were not overly impressed with the Goddess' decisions, for she had killed 10 for seemingly no reason. However their anger was confusing. Didn't everyone die at some point? What did it matter if it was sooner or later? If it was because of disease or being engulfed in flames? All of it was natural for they were all natural creatures. The Gods intervened all the time, offering gifts and trinkets. Was everyone really so blind to their biases, that they only faulted them when things were taken? Their motives never questioned in times of generosity, only in moderation.
"They want all of her. Dead, I think." She concluded her earlier thought, flicking an ear and a sidelong golden glance toward Thranduil before returning her attention to the Goddess.
"I am alive because of you." The girl ventured. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly, her words neither appreciative nor apologetic. It had been a consequence of the Goddess' actions that her birth was necessitated, although she didn't know whether or not that was foreseen by the lilac deity. The skull-marked child promptly fell silent, her one conclusion spoken aloud. Would more come to strike her down? Would they challenge her, thinking her somehow weaker because she stepped down to the earth of her own accord?
As the maroon and tan painted girl stood, grasses began to cover her earthen hooves, rooting her in place. She didn't seem to mind, for her entire being was focused upon what would surely prove an insightful encounter.
02-09-2015, 01:29 AM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2015, 01:30 AM by Oxy.)
OXY.
I never said that I want this
So you’ve spent a lot of time with Thing #1 recently and as much as you love your childcare duties, you’re not really sure you’re willing to keep babysitting right now. She’s great and all, but can’t a man get some rest? So you sent her home to Snowflake, or to do whatever it is she does when you’re not around. Explode things? It seems mostly likely. Anyways, you’re headed back to the beach, and as much as you’d love to take her there with you, you know that Snowflake would have your head if you introduced Thing #1 (or Thing #2) to your secret stash location.
At any rate, you somehow end up in a place you’re sure you’ve probably seen before, but that you don’t really remember. Everything looks… different. Is the world suddenly… black and white? Shaking your head a few times, you try to bring the color back, but there is none to be had. Another hallucination? Perhaps. You sigh and reach to dig a few more of your locoweed vines from your backpack. For the moment it has taken on the peculiar shape of an alligator, though, and so you decline to stick your nose into it. Having a snapping reptile on your shoulder is surely a good way to scare others off, but you’re not going to be dumb enough to stick your nose into its mouth. You settle for just shooting yourself with your magic. No change in the black and white… but you’ve kind of grown use to this bullshit by now.
Funny you should have that thought, though, right as you lay eyes on her.
Even in monochrome, you would know her anywhere. “Listen up, bitch!” you slur as you stomp and stumble towards her, generally ignoring everything that the other two are saying about… well, whatever. You don’t know. You’re kind of one track minded. “I’ve had enough of your stupid games.” Interesting that, for all your yelling, you don’t actually know or cared that she killed anyone. “So get the fucking alligator off my shoulder. Let my life go back to normal.” Wobbling as you plant yourself in front of her, you toss your horns around a few times in a show of aggression. Yeah… not the best way to approach her, perhaps, but tact has never been your strong suit. Besides, she’s already made your life a living hell. How much worse could it get?
Recieves Quest :: Instructed to complete 5 threads either hallucinating if he takes his drugs or in pain if he does not #1 :: Complete :: In pain, then takes drugs and hallucinates and mates with Elsa #2 :: Complete :: Pain at the earth turtle giveaway, single post that segues into thread #3 #3 :: Complete :: Meets up with Ampere but declines to antagonize her due to pain #4 :: Complete :: Hallucinations during the birth of his children #5 :: Complete :: In pain, finds his daughter blowing things up in the middle of the night and defends her against December #6 :: Complete :: Severe pain at one of the SWP murders #7 :: Complete :: Hallucinates while in the Threshold, sort of helps recruit Menagerie #8 :: In Progress :: Hallucinates while on the beach, meets up with Gaucho #9 :: In Progress :: Still hallucinating on the beach, meets up with Hotaru #10 :: In Progress :: Hallucinating while sparring with Ghost #11 :: In Progress :: In pain when he stumbles on the Earth God’s boat with Shida. His curse will continue through all of the shipping plot activities.
The Goddess was not like her vain brother, and flattery never went too far with the goddess. She was brilliantly intelligent and a true intellectual. Flattery would never cloud the rational side of her mind, so as the golden glory stepped forward, his words coming off arrogant and complimentary, she raised a single brow, narrowing her disturbing, silver eyes. Part of her wanted to laugh, wondering what this creature wanted. If he was here to laugh while she was down, to come as a balm and a savior, then he was going to be sadly disappointed. "Everything happened as planned," she stated simply. "I proved my point. The mortals are too blind to see past their own emotions. Those calling for blood of mine and Gaucho's were the greatest fools, and they represented your entire... species."
She snorted in irritation, shaking her head. Much to her surprise then, the little child of the Earth God approached, and she watched with a strange twinkling in her eyes. The Goddess had no interest in corrupting this babe, but she found her words far more analytical and considering than any other. Interesting how children, untainted by bias and the past, held such wisdom. Amusement, shadowy and dark, bounced over her features. "Yes, they all call for my death," she hummed, as if this was a matter of pride.
The Goddess smiled. "Curious how that happens, hm?" she replied honestly. "Everything happens for a reason. The world is in balance only when death and life are allowed to co-exist. Because Hototo sacrificed himself, you were born. In every tragedy, there is life and in every birth, there is a shadow. No one event is disconnected. I created a scenario and the mortals were allowed to act how they will. They had the power to stop the killer, and a few came close. Their actions are their own."
As Oxy approached, blustering, dull and foolish, she but smiled at Thranduil and Iso, looking at the offending stallion with such a wide grin that it could not be mistaken as anything but menacing. Always in control. Always collected, she stepped forward, staring into eyes which were tainted with the poison he ingested. Pathetic. Clouding one's own intellect and shrouding their true nature was a heinous crime, and she tilted her head to the side, the gesture almost innocent and off setting from the dark power that rolled from her in magnetic waves.
"Oh my dear Oxy..." she hummed. "I only took advantage of what you do to yourself. If you had the courage or bravery - hell, even the intellect - to push your body through the withdrawals, you would be free of any torment I might give to you," she explained. "For I take your vices and make them worse. What you choose to do is entirely in your control, and I see you have made nothing of yourself." Her eyes swept him up and down, finding him even more pitiful than when she threw him into a tree.
"Your life will never be normal. You are an addict, and addicts will always lie, cheat and manipulate those around them. Any heart given to you, you will never deserve. You will use, use and use until you get your fill, but it will never, ever be enough. You will go to your grave wanting and will never be fulfilled, and what makes this even more pathetic is that you do it to yourself. So go. You have what you wanted from me."
The Goddess smirked. "But do not come asking for me again, or I may curse you with permanent sobriety. Wouldn't that just be hell."
Oxy got his upgrade!
[Magic: DarkxWater (U) | Upgrade to allow damage to platelets as well, causing bruising and internal bleeding for 30 seconds]
02-17-2015, 04:09 PM (This post was last modified: 02-22-2015, 01:42 PM by Odd.)
Isopia
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
The girl nodded, her thoughts disjointed. Everything that she had seen as of late, the re-tellings of the Goddess' deeds and how those around her reacted to them - suggested that she ought to be horrified. To perhaps strike down the Goddess if she could, or at the very least condemn her actions. The girl should have been filled with loss, an empathetic response to those around her who were grieving, for her own brother who died so that she should live. Expectations of remorse and perhaps guilt at using the tragedy to spurn her own creation seemed reasonable enough, and yet the painted girl felt nothing.
The Goddess' words seemed rational to her mind and pleasing to her ears. The Goddess did not ask for tears or sentiment, but sense and reasonableness. The girl felt a shiver race through her small body as she realized that the only being to whom she felt any semblance of identification was the most hated deity in all of Helovia. She didn't understand her Mother's need for ritual and respect, nor did she understand why those in the Edge found her so strange. She didn't understand them, and they didn't understand her.
But the girl understood this. Balance. The darkness that was a necessary part of any light, it all made such perfect sense, and in a way, was more beautiful than any custom or caricature of emotion that she had witnessed thus far.
As the Goddess addressed the oafish stallion who appeared, the girl listened carefully to her every word, finding that once again, the Goddess seemed to be speaking in a language that she clearly understood. Hadn't everything that predated the Goddess' actions been the result of an addiction? A need to interfere? A need to be ignorant of those around us, so that we needn't question ourselves in virtue of their evil deeds? Was that not the reason Gaucho went un-accused for so long, because if he should be capable of such darkness, then why not anyone else?
Addiction. The need to satisfy and harbour pleasure. It disgusted the girl and made her feel dirty, almost the way that nursing did. Her mortality was an addiction in and of itself, a virus to be satisfied so that she could persist. The girl's lip turned upwards in a slight snarl of contempt as she looked at the large creature. The Goddess was surely killing him but feeding his addiction, and he didn't even seem to know it.
Shivering again, her golden gaze fell upon the deity. The girl had much to learn about this world, but she was glad to know that there were some in it who made sense.
02-17-2015, 11:05 PM (This post was last modified: 02-22-2015, 02:03 PM by Thranduil.)
Thranduil
She seems to find humor, and so does the gold. A smirk lifts one corner. No he was not here to laugh at her. The man was egotistical and vain, but he was not a fool. And that woman may be pushed from her perch, but she was not a laughing matter. That everything went as planned though was an idiotic statement. If it went as planned it was a foolish plan. She was now far from her high adorning perch. What hope did she have then of manipulating them as before. Far better to be hidden and remain hidden in a place of power, than be pushed from above. But then…did her plan continue? Did it go on to better things? A mist falls over his eyes. If it went further were more to die?
He could not deny her though. Mortals were born with an undying need to fulfill their emotions. It was how he was able to do what he did so well. He hid behind the illusions they created in their desperate need to reach out beyond themselves and touch another. Of course the gold was not innocent of the charge. He too had reached out…once. Its costs rendered the truth before him so viciously. However, it was her last quib made the golds ears fall back slightly. Your entire species. To be linked with them, as an equally ignorant mass was appalling. If she wanted her golden glory to stand by her, she needed to watch her tongue. Power or not, the golden would not be insulted.
They were never alone. A flat voice breaks the silence. Harks flick back but for a moment he does not look. He instead looks to the woman stand there in simple regal splendor, like a queen come down in common clothes. Her wears may say her context, but her face can not deny her birth. Seeing her smile and spark did make those twin horns rise and turn. His high head looking down upon a child. Her body slips from the covers of the forest as she brings herself forward. The gold ignores her comments because of her last comment. She was alive because of her. Who was she?
Then a moment passes through his memory, of a time he would rather forget. A damsel queen, her body swollen and worn tells the gold it was the earth god’s child, for his first born had died at the hands of the Goddess. A sharper eye falls on the young one. It wasn’t for certain, but it was possible. The golden listens now, reserved. As before unsure how he took this woman. It was like being on an edge, but blindfolded. Knowing you’re stepping closer, determined to not let the hesitation show and yet knowing doom was just before you.
It was a reflective, calm, regal moment. Then he jumps in. Hark pin back flat on his school at the voice, and smells a lingering odor. Skull reaches back again to see the oaf stomping up to him. Oxy. Earth eyes glance towards the she wolf of the night. Her grin is malicious and menacing. A hardness from the gold falls on him then as he listens to her sentence of him. Though it’s not all against the brute he despised. When she is done the golden turns away. His mind still on the edge. Her outrage towards those would aid her was most unsettling. She valued mortal like a piece of shit. They were not even pawns. They were useless to her. And as much as the gold hated his place for it, he was a mortal, and under the same categories. He blindfolded, just as all the rest. “You’ll find I’m more use than others…” His sharp eyes fell on the bay “of my species.” A grin rises on his lips as he looks back to the lavender queen. He was doomed like them all those to find the edge of the cliff. “How may I be of assistance?” The only way to know where that edge was, and see your future, is to step off it.
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The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
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Here is the power he had been chasing all those long weeks.
He is not so impressed.
He stands in the shadow of his kingdom, watching as other, weaker things scramble about his rotunda, his monument of stone, marble, and glass that was wreathed in his piss first. It would have set him ablaze to witness first-hand the desecration of a place he has decided sacred--yet the fury in his breast is controlled, subdued, purring as a viper purrs around the mouse caught in its throat. Instead, grey eyes peer from the fringes of the trees, calculating and watchful. It is a mare that he sees--for his eyes have caught the sight of what lies beneath an ethereal, graceful tail, and he has come sure of the sight and the sensation of it upon his senses. He did not know the gods, before; he did not know it were possible for anything powerful to possess something other than manhood.
He considers her, the elegance of her wings and the soft violet of her hide--an outlandish mare indeed, and one who strikes a contemptible, glass-spun frame and a face broken with a dish. His lips twist in thought, contemplating her power; a darkness that he has come to know within his own veins, a darkness he covets, respects. Could such a tiny, deformed creature possess that sort of power in her blood and keratin?
Could such a creature truly be the bane of his mother?
He sees; and learns; and he is done, for now. Others wallow at her feet, demanding things, offering their appraising words, their introspections. All of them--foolish. He turns and is swallowed by shadow and moonlight, and his thoughts are occupied with the idea of fucking a god.
”Watch for Circe.”
There's nothing here for free
Lost who I want to be
My serpent blood can strike so cold
A strange sort of wanderlust gripped him, driving him southwest despite his will to remain very much departed from this particular area of Helovia. The memories held in this place were mixed, and a sour taste clawed its way up his throat every time he considered the Ancient Rotunda. Yet here he found himself once more. Somehow. Irelyn's soft hoot indicated there were others up ahead and the Bloodskald felt...the need to remain unseen.
Interacting with others in this place was always a personal hell and now was not a time he had the internal fortitude. So, with a grace borne of the dance of war, Torleik stuck to the shadows, his black pelt aiding him immensely in this monochromatic night, the darkness thick and the light clear. In that light was one Torleik had seen thrice before - the last time, making a request he fulfill his pledge to her. Intrigued by her presence here, the warrior-poet held back, swallowed up by the inky blackness, using Irelyn's sharp, owl gaze to enhance his perceptions. Voices carried easily in the quiet night and his ears heard all that was said just fine.
A child approached and it seemed...different than others, claiming that it was alive because of the Goddess. Was it her offspring? Surely not. It looked little like her. Thranduil oozed out from whatever crevice he'd been hiding in and offered himself up to serve the lilac beauty like a mare in heat presenting herself to her desired stallion.
Pathetic.
Also, useful. He logged this information away for later. Oxy crashed through and demanded a fix for his troubles, like he did with everything else in life, and Torleik held back a snort as the deity informed him his lot in life was a result of his worthless self. That was a balm to the cutting slight her choosing Oxy had been over him. Perhaps the powerful being had not found him of any exploit then - perhaps that was why she had forced him into a bargain with her for the armor. Curious, to think he was above simple exploitation such as that...and dangerous, he decided. Everyone had their weaknesses waiting to be prised open and manipulated. It was only a matter of time.
Something rustled in the underbrush nearby but the Bloodskald could not make sight of it, and Irelyn was somewhat caught up in the Moon Goddess' silver eyes. She was of no help identifying the figure that moved away, but he felt they had not seen him. If they had, it would be of little consequence. He was doing nothing wrong by watching. Thranduil, on the other hand, had just placed himself in Torleik's grip, so to speak, by clearly offering himself up to a known murderer.
What he would do with this information he wasn't sure, and the Bloodskald didn't even know if it would matter. The Basin thief was so foul and awash with slime he might simply slither off unscathed.
He hoped not. This could prove to be most useful.
Torleik decided he would remain for a time and listen while he could. He might be privy to more knowledge than he'd already learned.
The stars above her head shine brighter than what they do in other places. It is as if they put on a show in efforts to impress the mare with a mane and tail that glint like spun moonlight. I watch her quietly. Moving along in the wood adjacent to where she stands I place each hoof carefully. My instincts wish for a speedy retreat; they know that something is different about this stranger. I am not one to ignore the pleas of my instincts but I have a suspicion in regards to the nature of the mare that the stars themselves bow to. Eyes traveling to the nighttime sky I gaze at the moon. The celestial orb leans closer to her brother Earth seeming to pull closer in order to whisper into this mare's lavender ears. I do not know what passes between the pair. I do not need to. Fate is all knowing. Fate led my hooves to the Goddess of the Moon.
I step from my place of hiding with reverence. I prepare to bow to the goddess in a show of devotion. I had spoken in a rash manner while visiting in the Veins of the Gods but that was only because the other gods had never done much to earn my respect. This goddess, she has nothing to prove to me. She is the queen of my night.
Dropping to my knees I am pressed on by a heart filled with careful hope. I would do all that this goddess could ask for in return for her to guide me back into Elivian. The thought of my friends swells my hopeful heart, and the thought of going home to Ailie's cooking warms my cautious smile.
I miss them dearly. Ailie. Talus. Kaya. Darmeir. Eanrin. I can picture them vividly. At this time Eanrin is tucked into bed with her cat flopped across her. Come morning he will be draped across her face; his tactic is to demand his breakfast with the threat of being smothered. But at least he is loyal. Talus will have been the one to have tucked Eanrin in. I had been the one who did it before, but Talus will have stepped in during my absense. To the others he may act gruff and reluctant but behing her closed door he will read her a bedtime tale in silly voices better than what I could ever do. Kaya and Ailie will be sitting on the steps beside a fire while Darmeir tells a tall tale about his thieving days. Pacing back and forth he will use the dramatic lighting of the makeshift fire to heighten the drama of his story. I am the only one missing.
I tell myself that this is what they are all doing. But Talus had sent me away, transported me, into Helovia whenever we had landed ourselves into a worrisome mess. Part of me fears for their safety.
Still dropped in my low reaching bow I search for the words to ask the goddess. As I do so another approaches her openly. From his tone I can tell he offers her flattery. Arching a brow I move to stand and listen to their exchange.
Spilt blood. Bodies. Death. Planned.
Their words tease me. They dance before me with meanings that are barely there. Easily they spout from mortal and goddess mouth alike. I feel as if I am drowning in their meaningless speakings.
Others come from all directions to stand before the Goddess of the Moon. A few stand in silence. The first still wags his tongue with flattery. Others converse with the goddess quietly. But one, and only one, stands out to me. For I need no translation for his words.
His words are hard. His words are angry. His words awaken my ears to the meaning of the words I had been unable to let go. His emotion brought me to a truth that left me unsteady on my feet. Lurching to the side I bump into a dark stallion; my world spins so that I am unable to offer him an apology. The stars blur together and the moon suddenly seems to be mournful.
Spilt blood. Bodies. Death. Planned
Then everything goes still. A coldness rushes over me.
My fury carries more weight than that of the moon's sadness or the even the anger if the stallion. I had heard whisperings of the recent events in this land but only now do they make sense.
"Tu es miser et nefarium est apud caelo noctis! Nec mirum, cum usque ad lucem matutinam luna mergit, quae deficere non potest sustinere pondus. Tu Deus qui est infra mortales similian" I am too infuriated to hassle with trying to speak in the Helovian language. If she wishes to refer to herself as a goddess surely she is all knowing enough to know and understand more than one spoken tongue.
Pushing past those garthered I canter to stand hoof to hoof with the moon goddess. Snorting I toss my head and wave my horn in her face. I had pieced together the whispers of the tragic events and the words that the golden stallion and the lavender goddess had spoken. She had brought about the senseless loss of precious lives. The Goddess of the Moon had planned the killings.
"Persolvetis. Dabis tua praesumendi. Si ita feceris, ut mihi ipse!" My eyes bore into her own and flash with a challenge.
Now I turn from her and look to the stallion that had seemed prepared to kiss the ground that her hooves fell upon. "Stulte!" I spit my words at him for he is not worth my time. "Ut canis ad pedes domini et humiliatum." I wish for words that his thick skull would be able to take in and make sense of but rage has me grasped firmly in hand. The injustice of the events this so called goddess has me in fits. Did those she caused death to fall upon ever worship her? Why does this stallion still offer his loyalty to one so vile?
Standing between the goddess of the moon and the stallion with stercore for brains I pant with exertion.
Translations :
"Tu es miser...."||"You're a miserable disgrace to the night sky! No wonder the moon sinks away for morning light, she is unable to bear the weight of your failure. You are a god that is below the likes of mortals."
"Persolvetis...."||"You will pay for your rash actions. If I have to make you do so myself!"
"Stulte! Ut canis...."||Fool! You grovel like a dog at his master's feet.
02-22-2015, 01:58 PM (This post was last modified: 02-22-2015, 01:59 PM by Oxy.)
OXY.
I never said that I want this
“Is that a threat or a promise?” comes your snappish reply to her digging and prying into your personal life. So what if you want to do drugs and bury all your memories. What does she know about pain? She’s got eternal power. What does she know about loss? With a flick of her tail she can make anyone do anything she wants. What does she know about struggle? She has never wanted for anything in her eternal life. Besides, would you even want normality? You look at everyone that has gathered around- too many, in your opinion- and know that you don’t want their life.
Their lives of what? Of aiming to be good for reasons they don’t understand, of trying to follow rules they didn’t make, of trying to impress leaders that have no bearing on them? Why? To what end? What is the point of mindless subservience, of conforming to normality, of restraining from hedonistic pleasures because it is frowned upon? You have addition, and from addition you have gained power. You bury the memories that might have held you back, using intoxication to forget the past that would otherwise haunt you, and you have come out the better for it. So if they want to look down on you… The hell for it.
A glance to your bag confirms that it is no longer an alligator and slowly, ruefully, you reach your nose down. It is with practiced precision that you grab a vine, chewing it slowly, savoring its taste, staring the Moon Bitch in the eye while you do it. “Thanks for nothing,” you slur with a wink, flicking your tail around your hocks. And while you’d love to stay and chat some more, this isn’t really your scene. Turning, you pick up the wobbly trot that is almost your trademark. Color has returned to your life- normality. It is time to see Snowflake again.
The girl child remained silent, the quiet hanging over her like a thoughtful cloud. The goddess was impressed with her ability to remain neutral in the firestorm of opinions being flung around uselessly, and she watched her with those silver eyes, observing her and thinking. Useful. A god-child on her side would be useful. A mind never moving forward in thought was a mind wasted, and she would never, ever be a wasteful being. Everything had reason and purpose. Nothing occurred in a vacuum. Well, except the time god's heart.
Oh, and the addict spoke, further damning himself, and the goddess smiled, the expression more dangerous than any scowl. A soft, menacing chuckle escaped her lips, and she sighed. "Both, Oxy," she murmured, the feminine tones of her voice betraying her power. "Both." The goddess watched his belligerence and defiance in his actions, eating from his back purposefully and thanking her for nothing. He turned his back, and she felt black rage poison and strengthen her soul, the sickening smile on her face darkening every delicate corner of her face.
Ah, then Thranduil arrived, pulling her thoughts from the abyss as the darkness she had pulled around herself began to fade. The goddess smiled warmly - as warmly as a god of darkness could muster. She chuckled, nodding. There were few in this world who embraced truth and fewer still who so easily and wonderfully sunk and manipulated the shadows to their advantage. Though she chastised the golden boy every now and then, she did so because she knew he was better than some of his present efforts. A smile was all she offered then for more arrived.
Including a boy-child with his idle threats. The goddess stood impassively, shaking her head. Should she be a curt bitch? With words, she could tear him apart, tell him that no one would ever be seeing Circe again, but vengeance had not been her aim. With her carefully constructed puzzle, the goddess had proved her point, and the victims were the result of random chance, not purposeful selection. "Circe is honored," was all she replied, and that was all that needed to be said. The mare had fulfilled her tasks and given birth to a new child. She had a life more rich than most.
She offered Torleik a smile when he arrived and glared daggers at this pale foreigner too new to be making assumptions. The difference in language was an irritant, one easily swept away with keen understanding. Darkness pulled to the goddess body with more density and tension than a thousand storms. The black clouds churned and rumbled, a mere hint of her powers. Even the night sky above had turned black, the moon fading into the oblivion of night. Wind howled, deafening all but the goddess' words.
"You frail mortal with little understanding," she spoke, words clear and calm as day despite the blackness raging around them. "A creature as pathetic as you could never hope to defeat me, and regardless, my balance is needed. I am the night. I am the darkness. I am the moon and the wind. I forged Helovia with my breath and lessons are mine to teach."
The goddess relinquished her hold on her powers, their pressures not tiring her but making her stronger. Every fiber of her lavender coat screamed with strength, and her silver eyes glowed in the night as she took a step forward toward the stranger. "There are many fools in this world, but you are a hypocrite to think that you are not one of them," she murmured darkly, smiling in that strange, menacing way. "Death is the other side of living, a fate you will meet faster than a blink of an eye to me and my kin. Do not think yourself so special, above reproach when you are sickened by the sins of your very desires."
She made one last smile before turning to those who remained, eyeing Thranduil, Torleik and the girl-child. "You asked me before what you can do for me, Thranduil," the goddess spoke, turning to the golden one. "You can use the shadows and educate the fools of this world that they are slaves to their own mortality." She turned then to Torleik. "Welcome. Did you require anything else of me?" she asked, alluding to their conversation regarding his task and quest.
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