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04-12-2015, 11:08 PM
I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Today he had gathered stones and trinkets from beneath the ground, carrying them up into the sunlight and inspecting them with a critical eye. Ever since the metal had begun to leak from his shoulder, Zèklè had found himself fascinated with metallic, minerals, rock and stone. He was drawn to the sparkling and shiny, the hidden diamonds in the rough-hewn earth- and, much to his delight, he had found dozens of prizes on the northern shore across the bridge, glittering in the sand and winking merrily from crevices in murky cave walls.
He was meant to do something with them. Of this he was sure. The minerals nearly spoke to him, a million faceted voices begging him to make them into something new, give them purpose and life. He had tried stacking them, throwing them, hiding them. He had stared at the things through sunbeam eyes, let them fill his gaze until there was nothing left but him and them and the world had gone dark. With shocking patience for a child usually so wild, he waited, and waited, and waited.
Still, nothing seemed to change.
Maybe he had to speak to them, to coax the mineral from the dirt, convince it that it was okay, it could change, he was a friend and a harbinger of metamorphosis, not destruction. Maybe, like the metal on his side, it would eventually free itself from whatever held it back, ease its way into the world with all the boldness the boy knew it must possess. The rocks wanted to change they wanted to live, Zèklè knew that much.
He just needed to figure out how.
He had amassed a small fortune in quartz and hematite, thunder egg and opal- even some gold flecks and bright emerald shards. Copper, cobalt; all were added indiscriminately to the mix, until at last the boy had collected a veritable tower and sat, staring, in the mouth of the cave. Afternoon sun baked the boy in a pleasant glow, outlining his features and glancing off the titanium of his shoulder with a radiant glare. The boy was stubborn, resilient, but even he could not stare at rocks forever. Tired, he flopped inelegantly onto his side, a cloud of dust rising beneath the pressure of his head, his wing splaying out beneath him, a great exhalation leaving his lungs with a weary, over-indulgent whoof.
Zèklè closed his eyes.
When he opened them he could have screamed. But of course he didn't. That wouldn't be manly.
At worst he squeaked, rolling and pawing away from the vibrant emeralds which stared at him from a mashed up, mottled, opal-hematite-copper-cobalt-crystal face. The thing was vaguely round-ish, about a two feet tall with two... legs? The boy pulled himself upright, his shock dissipating in the wake of his curiosity. Yeah, legs, and then two other limbs that he didn't know to call arms, one copper and one a mix of cobalt and quartz. On its opal/hematite head were the two small emerald eyes, and gold glittered along its back. It was a bizarre amalgamation of various materials, a monstrous beast of Dr. Frankenstein proportions.
It was beautiful, and it was alive, and he had made it HIMSELF!
"Oh. My. SUN GOD!"
Maniacal laughter followed the outburst, and the boy scrambled to his hooves. He ran, and the creature lumbered behind; he stopped, and the creature came to rest by his side. Wing flared and tail feathers held aloft, he reared, bucked, whooped his joy. This was amazing!
He had created LIFE.
He was basically a GOD.
He was meant to do something with them. Of this he was sure. The minerals nearly spoke to him, a million faceted voices begging him to make them into something new, give them purpose and life. He had tried stacking them, throwing them, hiding them. He had stared at the things through sunbeam eyes, let them fill his gaze until there was nothing left but him and them and the world had gone dark. With shocking patience for a child usually so wild, he waited, and waited, and waited.
Still, nothing seemed to change.
Maybe he had to speak to them, to coax the mineral from the dirt, convince it that it was okay, it could change, he was a friend and a harbinger of metamorphosis, not destruction. Maybe, like the metal on his side, it would eventually free itself from whatever held it back, ease its way into the world with all the boldness the boy knew it must possess. The rocks wanted to change they wanted to live, Zèklè knew that much.
He just needed to figure out how.
He had amassed a small fortune in quartz and hematite, thunder egg and opal- even some gold flecks and bright emerald shards. Copper, cobalt; all were added indiscriminately to the mix, until at last the boy had collected a veritable tower and sat, staring, in the mouth of the cave. Afternoon sun baked the boy in a pleasant glow, outlining his features and glancing off the titanium of his shoulder with a radiant glare. The boy was stubborn, resilient, but even he could not stare at rocks forever. Tired, he flopped inelegantly onto his side, a cloud of dust rising beneath the pressure of his head, his wing splaying out beneath him, a great exhalation leaving his lungs with a weary, over-indulgent whoof.
Zèklè closed his eyes.
When he opened them he could have screamed. But of course he didn't. That wouldn't be manly.
At worst he squeaked, rolling and pawing away from the vibrant emeralds which stared at him from a mashed up, mottled, opal-hematite-copper-cobalt-crystal face. The thing was vaguely round-ish, about a two feet tall with two... legs? The boy pulled himself upright, his shock dissipating in the wake of his curiosity. Yeah, legs, and then two other limbs that he didn't know to call arms, one copper and one a mix of cobalt and quartz. On its opal/hematite head were the two small emerald eyes, and gold glittered along its back. It was a bizarre amalgamation of various materials, a monstrous beast of Dr. Frankenstein proportions.
It was beautiful, and it was alive, and he had made it HIMSELF!
"Oh. My. SUN GOD!"
Maniacal laughter followed the outburst, and the boy scrambled to his hooves. He ran, and the creature lumbered behind; he stopped, and the creature came to rest by his side. Wing flared and tail feathers held aloft, he reared, bucked, whooped his joy. This was amazing!
He had created LIFE.
He was basically a GOD.
Z è K L è
am i more than you bargained for yet?
am i more than you bargained for yet?
| Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None Laine |
04-16-2015, 11:19 PM
i see this life like a swinging vine
swing my heart across the line
in my face is flashing signs
seek it out and ye shall find
Two years… Megaera thought, almost in disbelief. Two years since she had first entered Helovia; crossed the threshold with a tyrant’s blood on her hooves. Two years since those violent marks had been burned away from the legs she had used to strike, from the mouth she had uses to bite. She had fallen into the pit of Helovia’s Heart, but that reckless act had been her christening. Nearly consumed, she had risen up from the fire and so had started her new life in Helovia, and just how much had changed since them was miraculous. Gaucho had taken in an angry and reckless child that sought a fight out of fear. Megaera had grown since then. There was still plenty of fight in her, but now she had everything worth fighting for.
The pit had changed just as much as Meg had, now an expanse of caverns, though it was still a special place in Meg’s heart. The caves had been their safety in a dark hour and were quite beautiful in their own way, even if to a pegasus they could never match the open sky. In front of the caves, Meg had helped rescue the filly she now loved as a daughter. Here the Sun God had given her a quest. It had been weeks since that last visit, and now it seemed she should go there. Gaucho had named her Sultana, and a new phase in her life was beginning. Though the mare did not often seek solitude, something drove her to withdraw for a few hours and where better than here.
She approached the caves on foot, covering the distance from the beach as her mind wrestled with the weight of the tasks she was facing. A quest from her God and the task of leading her herd alongside the Wildfire. Her pride in both was undeniable, like two bold banners of faith that the two fiery stallions waved for her, and she was steadfast in her determination to prove herself worthy of the honor.
So engrossed was the newly-made Sultana in her own thoughts that she did not notice the colt until he exclaimed and burst into a peal of exuberant laughter. Her eyes, normally sharp and watchful, had been trained on her own hooves as they plod the open grasses around the cave entrance. At the outburst, Megaera jerked her gaze upwards, body automatically tensing for some kind of confrontation. The sight of the boy, Ampere’s son, soothed her just as quickly though he seemed to have some sort of companion with him. A strange glittering creature followed the colt as he scampered about, and Meg lost no time in moving forward to investigate. A Sultana better know the goings-on in the herd, just as a warrior should. Maybe this will not be all that different after all.
“Zéklé!” She called, moving forward and coming to rest near where he bucked about merrily. She remembered the bold blue boy well from their brief encounter and smiled down at him with the warm and amused affection that all the Dragons Throat youths stirred in her. “What’s your glittering friend here?” Surely it was some form of magic, and Meg bent her head to peer at the strange thing.
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
| World's Edge General atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6 |
| Mare :: Tribrid :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 82 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Zchiraxicon :: Royal Rougarou :: Electric Smithers |
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So. Some chick and her kid were doing things with some shiny rocks in the middle of nowhere. I swear I wasn’t gonna go and snoop around and see what the hell they were doing, because that shit’s creepy, son. I wasn’t even gonna stare too hard at the kid (Because he had…one wing? That’s a thing). I was just gonna go my merry ass on my way and you were gonna ride along with me, swinging in the hoops of my ear, doing your little lizard thing that you normally did. Y’know. Minding our own business. Except no, we weren’t gonna mind our business. Because you perked your little ass up and suddenly there was a flash of excitement coming from you, and it was all sorts of convoluted and whatever that I didn’t understand where it came from at first. “Dude, don’t stare,” I said exasperatedly, thinking you were looking at Tiny One-Wing. But no, you were looking at something else—something that sparkled in our link, your eyesight sliding across mine, and I saw what you were looking at, at the glittering mass of what-the-fuck that caught your attention. “Oh, word?” I sort of exploded, turning my whole ass around to get a glimpse of the thing that was sort of ambling around. The kid was screaming (a different kind of maniac, I guess) and the lady was kinda standing there, probably being proud of her son. I mean, I guess I could’ve left them alone with his science project. But nah, you just had to see what the fuck was going on and I wasn’t really trying to stop you. “Bitchin’,” I said, coming upon them—my eyes glued to the thing made out of shiny, precious stones, and I was too excited to really check my tongue around a little guy. I mean…he could blot it out in his memories. I guess. “How’s a lil’ idiot like you get a thing like this?” Okay, wow that sounded pretty mean in retrospect, but I swear it was all in love, ‘kay? I mean, look at the shit! You scurried to my nose, demanding that I lower my head so you could crawl your tiny ass onto the thing--but I didn’t, not yet, because I was still getting my own eyeful of the awesome shit this kid had waddling around with him. @[Zèklè] @[Megaera] |
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