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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!
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Her Father had said to go to the caves and bring back crystal.
However he had also warned her against taking too much ... saying that she needed to take care. His words had tumbled around her always-growing mind, ever since he had spoken them. On the one hand, she found it almost insulting that he would insinuate that she would not be careful in some way. She was his child afterall, and was not prone to gluttony or greed. She would never take more than she needed, and was always careful when it came to the natural world. Why then would he offer such a warning?
Was it a premonition? Was something bad going to happen to her, and his words were meant as a cryptic warning? She very much doubted it, but given the hostility with which she considered the alternative, considered it.
She had never come to these caves before. Isopia knew the way - Kahlua had taught her the geography of the lands early on. But still, knowing something was not the same as having actually experienced it. Gliding low, on mismatched wings the demi-child landed on top of what was actually a labyrinth of caverns, far below her hooves. It sent a chill through her body as she peered into the stone, knowing that deep within their were rushing waters and walls of crystal. All of this, hidden beneath the surface. That the earth held such mystery and magic flooded her with a sense of purpose and mortality. It was good that the earth kept such secrets hidden away. It was reassuring.
Folding her wings against her blood-splattered flanks, Isopia turned her death-marked skull as she looked around. Her golden gaze surveyed the land but was unsure which opening to choose. Where exactly was the crystal? Hastily she had departed knowing only the location of the caves, rather than the item she sought.
"Stupid." She muttered to herself, swishing her dark tail behind her as she looked around. Her dark lips pouted in a frown as she considered her options.
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Retrieving someone to release him from the bonds of the Dragon's Throat border each time he wanted to explore was tedious, annoying, and each passing day Abraham grew more and more bitter towards the home his brother had chosen. The grey-eyed stallion had sought the position of warrior, but Abraham did not want to be grasped so tightly by duty, and the heat of the Throat, just yet. He would not be a puppet, no. He needed to live a stringless life. It was not without purpose, however, as many outcasts lived their lives. Abraham, the young, rogue titan, was living in such a way to enrich himself and grow his knowledge--of life, of the world, and of himself. Living in a constant state of contract to a herd was not on his agenda any time soon.
And so, he and his dragons scouted. Some weakling, a sprout, had released him on the fiery bridge and he was off. The caves, caves which the young stallion knew well and admired, were not far and Brienne had yet to meet their wonder. Above him, his white and his gold glided and spun. Gwyneverre was still teaching the young queen about the ways of life, and Brienne's connection to Abraham's heart through their bond grew immensely with each passing day. The golden girl--so different from her white sister--was proving herself to be exactly what she was painted as: royalty. She was powerful and proud, just as vicious and cunning as her white sister, and already outweighed the older white in mass. Pride glittered in Abraham's bihued eyes when he thought of the power he and his dragons held, only amplified now that a fucking queen joined him.
Just before them, Abraham caught sight of a landing pegasus. No, not just a pegasus. A glint of horn glimmering in the light caught Abraham's eye and he lifted his head some, curious. No hostility--not yet. He reminded his dragons. Gwyneverre trilled her displeasure, but Brienne clicked in agreement. The gold was the less malicious, less sadistic of the pair, and (although Abraham would not acknowledge it) it was a nice balance to have on their bond. Continuing to close the distance between him and this stranger, Abraham stayed silent. His mammoth frame, already filled with brilliant and strong muscle, rippled with power that would only amplify as his life went on. The dragon girls still glided overhead, but just as they came within a few feet of the unknown girl, both dragons perched themselves on top of a large, jagged boulder before the mouth of one cave.
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
Isopia, who constantly wanted to avoid interacting with others, was almost constantly on the look out. Dragons were no great surprise to her - many in the Edge had possessed them. Fewer in the Falls, after the transition, but still enough that she saw them almost constantly. She knew dragons were accompanied by those with equine blood, and so as she spun to face the oncoming mammoth which was Abraham, she was not entirely surprised to see a horn upon his brow. Hybrid, her mind noted immediately. There was no other explanation - not one that she knew of anyways.
But there was one spectacularly and singularly shocking piece of information that had not fully sunk in yet.
Two. There were two dragons.
The girl's golden stare bore through the oncoming dragons and past Abraham. She expected to see another in his wake, but found none. Her ears strained but heard nothing. As the females landed upon the inviting mouth of the cave, Iso's nostrils flared. She smelled nothing.
It was just him.
Him, and two of them.
For a girl who felt very few emotions, it always jolted her when she did. A swampy and ugly feeling gripped her heart and mind, fluttering before her eyes as she returned her stare to the gold and the white. Jealousy. Envy. She felt it a few times before - only when those she had met spoke other languages to her - did she feel the grip of the green-eyed monster. They had information that she coveted but did not yet have. And now, this would-be King had two dragons. The girl felt a kinship with the creatures, though didn't know why. Perhaps it was because her mother had them, or perhaps because they were a gift from her Father, to the earth. Whatever it was, the girl was dragon to them. She made her rock and water creatures to mirror their likeness, though because she never had one of her own, always failed in some small respect. Something in the eyes was never quite right.
Ignoring Abraham for the time being, the girl took a step closer to the females. It was not so close as to invade their space, but close enough that she could inspect their bodies. Around her, the ground began to rumble and shake. Rock broke apart and began to meld together. On either side of her, this happened. The stone slabs rose into the air, whirling and spinning while the girl's gaze was locked upon the dragon's form. Her golden eyes raced and traced up and down, while simultaneous changes were made to the rocks at her side. After about half a minute, the rock creations which hovered beside her appeared to look just like Brienne and Gwyneverre.
The girl let a small smile part her lips. It was not because of pride in her work that she was smiling, but merely pride that she had understood something new: she saw these dragon's differently, and it made her understand.
Turning slightly, the rock-dragons flying easily at her shoulders, she regarded Abraham stoically for a moment. Her death marked face was emotionless now, the smile having fallen as her gaze moved away from the dragons.
"You have two." She observed. "I have never seen anyone with two before."
I was—well. I had been going back to the caves—for reasons. Primarily because I wasn’t flat-on-my-ass turnt with them weeds you had shoved down my throat (I mean, not literally, you were still just a tiny asshole of a lizard—but that’s basically what happened, so. Whatever.) But there was something itching at me, a feeling I couldn’t describe, an urge that made absolutely no sense whatsoever but felt right and reasonable and you wanted to see it too so you kinda urged that strange feeling right along, too.
I had been thinking about seeing the crystal cave again.
And I’m not sure why. I’m not sure—what I was gonna see, how I was gonna react. It felt like it had only been yesterday that I was destroyed, utterly and completely, and that I had left a trail of crystal dust in my wake; that Leos had to come and save me from drowning in myself; that Hototo’s image was burned into my eyes, fresh and dead and so, so terrible to begin with.
Those caves were a setting for big things in my life, and maybe I wasn’t high anymore and maybe I was tightening myself up for another big thing and I was trying to tie loose ends before I took the plunge. Maybe I wanted to face those crystals—that shadow that I had never been really able to shake, and maybe I’d be able to lay it to rest once and for all once I could gaze upon the scene of so much shattering and emerge from it alive and breathing.
I guess fate was clued in on that idea. Of course it was.
Of course she had to be there.
I stopped in my tracks; something sick came over me as my gaze fell to her and her long legs, already towering over me—her body taken from her, aged and primed, because she was a useless tool when she was a foal, wasn’t she? How dare she have a childhood.
How dare she have a life.
(But it made sense, didn’t it, because Hototo was dead and there needed to be balance--)
(--and the only reason he was dead was because of m--)
I snorted, hard, and you flapped above me wondering at my stoniness, at the sudden blankness that had come over my thoughts. “Nothin’,” I muttered—and I willed myself to walk on and mind my own business.
It didn’t matter that there was this hulking stud and this long-legged child of the Earth in my path.
Whatever. I wasn’t here for them. I was minding my own business and going to see the crystals.
I didn’t hide my presence—it was too open and they’d smell me, anyway. I just…walked around them, keeping my mouth rudely shut, my eyes keeping straight ahead, unwilling to let my gaze fall on a pale, muscular chest or eyes that gleamed with eerie gold—
--and I was just making it to the threshold of the caves when I realized—
--your dumbass wasn’t with me.
“Cheek,” I sighed with exasperation—because I knew exactly where you were. You were behind me, flapping down to the ground, hooting trilling excitedly at the sparkle of scales in your eyes, the impression of stone dragons soaring above you—
--I turned and you were zpsnick!ing into another shape—an eagle with heavy wings flapping up dust. I could feel your frustration ebbing from you in powerful waves; you zpsnick!ed again and this time you were a lizard, a larger one than the regular form you used, but it didn’t work either because you didn’t have wings—
--and you kept trying, zpsnick!ing into a bird again—a lizard—then a bat and that was weird cuz the wings looked the same but you were a mammal so it was all wrong.
I smirked watching you; sometimes I’m allowed to be a bitch, even when you’re allowed to be an asshole. “Can’t do a dragon, huh?” I chuckled with dark irony as you flapped to my ass again, indignant with your failure.
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Gwyneverre was keen on knowing when she was being admired. Quietly, only for the golden princess, the older white clicked and purred over and a smirk lit her draconian features. Abraham watched as the younger dragon's chest puffed some, the blanket of feathers patched between her wings each twitching and seeming to also raise with glory. The boy kept his face composed, stoic, in charge of his own self. Reginald and his father were much more capable of controlling their faces, keeping a stoney facade, whereas Abraham took after his mother with her more animatable features. Brienne, in her childish joy and pride, opened her mouth and gave a beautiful song--but not without showing the rows of razor-sharp, already lethal teeth. Gwyneverre also had rowed teeth, and Abraham silently wondered if it was a trait of all dragons. He did not remember the larger, mother-white that guarded Brienne's egg to have rowed teeth. Figuratively shaking the thought off, he turned his attention to the pegicorn hybrid.
Astride her, earth dissembled and then reformed into the mimicry of his dragon girls. The mammoth came to stand near the boulder his dragons perched on. "Twice I was proven to be the strongest, the most able, the most worthy of their bond." Abraham nodded towards his dragons before looking the girl--nearly as tall as him--straight in her eyes. Their golden hue struck him deeply, sending an image plain and clear of his father and Macaria standing before him, looking at him with the same, molten gold eyes. The titan's jaw set and his shoulders tightened some. This child could not be from the loins of the Dauntless--no--he was an equine. This gal had both wings and horns, two things the Dauntless lacked.
Mismatched eyes danced over her frame, however, to fall on the monochrome view of another. A small frown tugged at the corner of Abraham's lips as he mulled over the approaching girl. She did not come towards them at first, her intentions as if she wanted the dragon-prince and the pegicorn to ignore her. Abraham snorted, about to take a step towards her, when Gwyneverre pulled him back by their bond. The prince of hellion looked to his eldest dragon just as the little creature before her transformed from a lizard to an eagle and then to a bat. Ears pinning back for a moment, then perking forward, Abraham spoke. "What is it?"
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
She tries not to let the envy she feels drip from her lips as she regards Abraham. Inside her mind screams to demand answers - who did he speak to in order to attain such creatures? What sorts of demonstrations of strength were required? What was the bond like? But then her mind flashed back to the calling up North ... the cave and the golden egg that was inside of it. Her own golden vision swam as it moved to Brienne. Were you in that egg? She had used her magic to seep inside the cracks and try to protect the egg from falling .. but she had been shoved aside. A multitude of others had come, and the girl had fled because of the chaos of it all. Was that what Abraham meant by strength? He was willing to endure the shoving bodies and the hostile minds? Perhaps if she had known what was inside, she would have remained too.
You could have been mine..
It was a hard pill to swallow. The girl had never failed before, and until this moment she hadn't thought about the cave in the mountains. Not once. Isopia nodded to Abraham, as if she understood exactly what he meant. "They look deadly. It is beautiful." She commented, before her attention was drawn away.
Golden eyes fell upon Zchiraxicon as his body seemingly tried to imitate what her magic already had: the dragons. Apparently she was not the only one fixated upon them. A small smile tugged at her lips with each failed attempt - though it was not his failure that made her happy, but rather the thought process which was occurring - an eagle, a lizard, a bat. He was coming close. He was observant.
Can’t do a dragon, huh?
The girl's eyes roamed to her stout cousin - or at least who she assumed was her cousin. She knew Aithniel and Mesec were related to her, and given that Ros was the only one who showed up to the dragon's little dance and fight-for-your-life night, the girl assumed she was blood too. It didn't bother her at all that she didn't know Ros's name. Names were, for Iso, a rather odd topic that she typically avoided.
The girl's long and lean body pivoted as she turned to face her kin, quad horned skull tilted slightly as a dark ear caught Abraham's question. Rougarou her mind silently answered. It was the only explanation for how the creature could flop between so many forms. Wasn't it? Unsure of her answer, she kept quiet and allowed her cousin to speak for herself.
"Why are you here? To see the crystal too?"
Her question was general, meant for both, or either of them. It didn't matter. Iso only hoped that one of them was, so that she could have an escort. Now that there was company around, she felt even more foolish for not knowing the way to her objective, but setting out anyways.
I grinned tightly down at you as you flapped against my ass with indignation and a furious attempt at balance, because bats are built funny and you were having trouble perching on my croup in a way that made sense. Finally you just said fuck it and with a final zpsnck! you were your fuzzy little owl form again, climbing up along my spine, across my mane, and perching yourself on my poll—where your beak ducked down and started nipping at my ear, tugging on it, punishing me for my impudence. I snorted in reluctant laughter—shaking my head a little to try and pull my earring out of your grasp. Playtime was over, though, the moment a deep, masculine voice cut across our fun.
"What is it?"*
“He,” I said, bristling up almost at once--god I hated when people called you an it. But then some existential crisis came over me as I thought about his actual question—and you flapped with pleasure at my blankness, your chest puffing up against my ignorance as I struggled for an answer.
Because—well. That was a good fucking question.
“He’s uh…” I blinked and you trilled your laughter, you beak nibbling in my hair because I guess you still loved me somewhere even if I didn’t actually know what you were. Like. Okay. You had hatched and you were a lizard then but now I guess that doesn’t actually make any sense anymore, does it? I can’t say you’re a lizard when you’re perched as an owl on my head.
“…um.”
Well, fuck. What were you?
“…an asshole?” I shrugged and you sputtered and puffed up again and you were pleased, well pleased, with my answer. “I dunno, he does his own thing I guess.”
The lightheartedness went away when she started talking to me—my stomach rolling with sour bile and a sick sense of shame whenever my attention was pulled to her. Oh shit but I wish she wasn’t talking to me—I wish I didn’t have to look at her--I wish I was spared this mocking reminder of my complete and utter failure. This fake Hototo.
Fake Hototo.
*"Why are you here? To see the crystal too?"*
Why do YOU care, Fake Hototo?
My mouth twisted—there was no real reason to be an ass to her, and you were telling me that, too, tugging on one of my bangs to straighten up because she had smiled at you and that was as good enough reason as any to like her for the time being. And you had a point—she did nothing to deserve any of this. She hadn’t been there for the sour parts, the awful parts, the regrets and the dark sorrowful shit and it wasn’t her fault that she was standing there, looking me in the eye, asking if I was there to see the crystal, too.
“…yeah,” I said, my eyes cast to the side—unwilling to look at her anymore, my gaze on her spoiled and rotten . “Uh…yeah.” I tried not to focus on the “too” in her question—like she was gonna go see the crystals for the same reason I was. To see a dark smudge of shame blazoned across it, to observe it, poke it, mock it--
I turned back into the cave opening abruptly and marched down, silent and snorting and hard, a wordless escort. You continued to flap on my head, anything but wordless—trilling excitedly for those dragons perched nearby, beckoning them closer, willing them to follow. Come, my ladies was a sentence that described your actions perfectly.
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Both dragons were puffed up with pride that damn near dimmed the light of a thousand suns. The white extended her wings for examination, and Brienne followed in suite, mimicking her older sister. Abraham scoffed over their tri-bond, but nodded towards the pegicorn filly. "Yes. They are deadly. Gwyneverre--the white--has proven herself as such. Brienne--the gold--is still learning." Abraham let his shoulders relax some, looking between the tall filly and the newcomer. Gwyneverre and Brienne moved in tandem, climbing over to rest on Abraham's back.
The young titan listened as the new mare spoke of her companion. She did not seem the know what species he was--and, Abraham decided, neither did the companion itself. He wanted to roll his bihued eyes and call the mare out for her foolish ignorance, but he let it hide within his throat. He kept his face composed, for the most part, though his lips wanted to lift in an arrogant smirk just as much as his eyes wanted to roll.
When the other filly spoke, Abraham nodded. "Yes. I came to visit the caves. Brienne has yet to see them." But Gwyn nearly killed my uncle in them. He left the last part out, though it made his chest swell with a warm, tingling sense of pride for his oldest bondmate. The newcomer seemed displeased as a whole, and as she stomped off towards the cave Abraham's brows knit together. He was not always one for following in the footsteps of bitchy mares, but this one caught his curiosity--or, truly, her companion did. Snorting, Abraham and his dragons moved to follow after Roskuld and descend into the depths of the cave.
[im sorry this is a shitty post]
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
The girl was surprised when her cousin didn't name her companion's species. Her golden gaze narrowed slightly as her lips began to move to fill the silence left by Ros's ignorance. "He's a Rougarou. He has to be - they are the only species that can change as he just did." Her academic tone spilled from dark lips, as she inspected the creature, who appeared to have decided on being an owl for the time being. "They only bond to hybrids, so it makes sense that you would have one. I wonder if they like tribrids even more?" Shrugging her blood splattered shoulders, she nodded indicating she had concluded her mini-lesson.
Given that her cousin didn't even know what companion was currently sitting a'top her head, Isopia began to wonder just what else she didn't know. She had only bumped into her once before - and their trials with the dragon didn't seem an adequate measure of her intelligence. After all, who in the world knew how to fight ink, bugs, and temporal monsters? It wasn't a fair test. Still ... her wandering gold gaze fell upon Abraham and his dragons. He just seemed like he knew what he was doing, and some primal part of Isopia's mind was drawn to that - drawn to his leadership. He reminded her of Archibald actually. They both seemed to exude the ability to make decisions.
"Shall we?" She asked, looking over to Ros, before returning her stare back to the dragon keeper, but her voice was drowned out by Ros's stomping. Apparently the girl was wrong - Ros seemed to know exactly where she was going. Exhaling her surprise, Iso trotted after Abraham. As she did so, her earthen dragons fell to the ground in two large heaps. It took far too much energy to keep them composed, and there was simply no point if they were all about to go spelunking. Given that Abraham was without wings (and seemingly Ros was as well, though the girl knew that that couldn't be the case), she tucked her mis-coloured wings tightly against her flanks. If the two had been here before, she assumed she wouldn't need to utilize her wings.
"Is it always a fight? Trying to get companions?" She asked, her question echoing off the walls of the caves as the trio descended. Abraham's words about proving himself the strongest combined with her experience in the mountains told her that it probably was. If that was the case, she would likely never find one of her own. Barbaric pushing and shoving just seemed ... absurd. "How did you get him?" She called, slightly louder to Ros. She didn't know Ros's name, or her companion, but given that Abraham had said both of his dragons were female, she figured Ros would know the question was directed her way.
I’d say I was walking like a statue but that wouldn’t make sense, would it, since statues don’t actually walk. Defeats the purpose of a statue staying…stationary. S’kinda the point. But I was almost just as stiff as I stomped down into darkness and an echo that was familiar to me, the echo of earth bouncing noises all around us, right back at as and away from us and in our ears and against our bodies and whatever. I listened as she dropped straight knowledge that I accepted with gritted teeth and not one glance backward. Rougarou. Okay. I think I’ll remember that shit this time.
You were just simply enamored with her and the lilt of her voice talking about you, wondering and asking about you and being interested in you. You preened on my head, your whole body swerved around so you could watch her walk along behind me. I caught a glimpse of her legs in my head as your mind wondered on them; so long and so brown, but she wasn’t getting them twisted or knotted or anything! So much longer than my legs, at any rate. I snorted a little and it sounded like a lot of snorting with the echoes amplifying it. Don’t remind me. Those long legs were making me sick to my stomach; it shouldn’t make sense to me that she should be so tall by now—I mean, hadn’t I just seen her as a spindly little foalish thing? But it did make sense to me and that was the sick part, wasn’t it, that was the part that weighed me down like a lodestone, the part that made my insides roll with hot, oily guilt--
*"Is it always a fight? Trying to get companions? How did you get him?"*
Oh god will you please stop talking to me.
But you were trilling on my head, excited and pleased that she wanted to learn more about you and ready to hear that story again, that story I sometimes lulled you to sleep with: the tale of how I found you with some freaky time shit. But I wasn’t gonna go into that much detail. I mean…I dunno, I felt like keeping you to myself and I didn’t really wanna talk to her anyway and it’s…I mean, whatever. “Found his egg in a forest,” I said tersely, my hooves going stomp stomp stomp deeper into the cavern, “shit looked weird so I cared for it. Took him…around…showing him different things and he…hatched for me during a lightning storm.”
I snorted the sentimental residue out of my voice; I don’t know why I was leaving out the part about my Pa being the one who gifted him to me. It just…it didn’t seem relevant even though it totally was, but it would feel like I was bragging and I ain’t about that life. “Anyway,” I continued on, “his wasn’t the first egg I’ve found before. Happens a lot. Something or someone shows up and it’s an idiot dance on who can do the slickest shit to impress whatever the fuck’s guarding the egg at the time. S’…kinda dumb, actually.” Says the bitch who had done it at least twice.
I stopped talking though; there was a faint glow coming down the end of the tunnel and I knew we were getting close. That light pierced my eyes and my brain and my heart and already it was doing twisty things to my memories; you perked up, paying attention to the shift in my thoughts while my mouth twisted and I bit my tongue, wondering if I were really ready for this after all.
Whatever. I was here. I stomped my ass right into that room, my mind and my heart all kinds of fluttering, knowing that this earth kid was following right behind. I walked right into a mess, too.
The shards on the floor were still there.
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
05-23-2015, 03:11 PM (This post was last modified: 05-23-2015, 03:15 PM by Isopia.)
Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as confusion dawned upon her features. Found him in a forest? That didn't cohere with what she knew about companions. After all, hadn't Abraham just confirmed that there was always some sort of competition involved? That one had to prove something - strength, in his case - in order to be gifted the egg? Her mind wandered, and for a moment she wondered how her mother came to have Khan. After all, Kahlua didn't seem like the type to be able to best anyone in a fight, not that she would try to.
But Ros continued, interrupting Iso's thoughts. What came next did cohere with what she knew, but that made her cousin's previous statement all the more confusing. With golden eyes, filled with intrigue and distrust, she looked at the rougarou. Part of her envied how quickly it could shape shift, and the number of shapes it could take. She herself could only become a raven (at least for now), but in the span of a few seconds the rougarou - with a name she didn't know, nor one she could pronounce - had become four. It was impressive as much as it was alarming. Such power within something so small...
And Ros just found it in the woods.
Isopia called bullshit.
"But-" She began, her voice sounding quizzical to try and diminish the sound of her own disbelief. "If you just found it, either it wasn't meant for you ... or it was. If it wasn't, then it wouldn't have bonded to you. And if it was then ... " Her eyes burned into the owl, as if trying to see through it, into the center of what it was and how it came to be. "...then it was just for you." She concluded. A small part of her acknowledged that this conclusion might upset Abraham, who had to fight for his two dragons, while her cousin simply happened up hers. (Or was given it).
The demi-child wasn't even really paying attention to where they were going - her mind was too wrapped up in unraveling this puzzle. Iso's dark hooves crunched on crystal fragments that littered the basin floor. Her ears immediately pinned at the sound of grinding, and she skittered back on impossibly long limbs to refrain from stepping on any more. Snorting, the earthen child called upon her magic. Instead of creating a dragon, she created a small earthen-creature in the likeness of an owl. The creature fluttered towards her, plucking the acorn charm her Father had given her from around her neck, and flying to the top of the cave. There it lingered, allowing the acorn to cast a warm, albeit not terribly bright light - into the room.
The light caused the crystal fragments to glisten rather beautifully, but Isopia only saw horror, rather than beauty. "What... what did this?" She stammered. Her Father's words rung harshly in her ears, reminding her to take only what she needed from the caves. What had broken so much of the crystal off? And with such waste! Her heart began to race and colour flooded her cheeks and darkened her eyes.
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*"But—If you just found it, either it wasn't meant for you ... or it was. If it wasn't, then it wouldn't have bonded to you. And if it was then blah blah blah facts and musing and I’m still talking.”*
Furreal tho. This bitch had a way of thinking about shit that didn’t even concern her. Like, fuck. Shut up. Jeez. Life’s hard enough without mulling over the shit over and over again.
Just….ugh, whatever. It’s whatever. I fixed my face and the rising impatience while you kind of trilled on my head, your feet gripping me and walking down the roots of my mane as a sort of make-shift massage against my neck. I dunno how comfortable owl talons really are but they were doing the job well enough anyway. I breathed in cool air—and breathed out hot shit.
I wasn’t here to be angry. I wasn’t…well, let’s be honest. I never really figured out what drove me here in the first place, did I? I had spewed some half-assed theories but, as always, I was following my gut, and I’m not sure if I’ve learned yet if that was a good idea or not.
I walked forward into the cavern—cuz I had stopped, frozen by the eerie light that shifted even as I looked, soft and enticing and beautiful if the place hadn’t been so tragic. It was like it had been preserved since I had walked out with Lee all those moons ago; the shards were there and so was everything and it was like I was walking in a memory. And just like a memory feelings were welling up without my say-so; my heart changed its beating and something heavy dropped in my stomach and my whole flesh was feeling tender, like there was a new wound stretching across my soul that had just begun to heal over instead of the long, grey, ropy scar that actually existed—
--but then there was another light added to the scenery and at once I was furious--because it was a light that hadn’t been there in my memories, a light that distorted the room and everything that was happening in my head, so it was the future--no--it was now. And just as quickly as my rage rose, it subsided back into the folds of my body, because maybe this was a good thing, wasn’t it? It was now. It would always be now. And I guess that little acorn charm up there would force that through my thick skull and keep me from being rooted to the past.
I walked deeper into the cavern—I didn’t care about walking over the shards, and they crunched beneath my feet as your eyes, wide and wondering, gazed on every side, at every facet of every crystal. You questioned me—but your questions were tiny cuz you knew my head was wrapped up over some heavy shit and I wasn’t trying to ignore you but I can only handle one complicated shit at a time.
The repla—the—um, girl behind me stammered her shock that there were shards all over the ground—but I didn’t answer her question, not quickly, cuz I was still walking about with that solemn air of stepping through something serious and quiet, like a funeral.
I’m…not sure why I was drawn there, of all places. But my footsteps led me to the far wall, wondering if I could find that place, that place where—
--ah. Yeah. There it is.
There wasn’t anything special about it, honestly. No markers, no scratches—nothing, and there was barely a depression in the bed of crystals lying in the ground that signified someone laid there. And the scents were so faint I had to press my nose damn-near against the stone to really pick anything up.
But I did.
I picked up my scent—and another that was etched and engraved in my memory.
I sighed, deeply, my head lowered next to the ground so my breath rattled the crystals that had been there, skittering them away from my hot blast of air. I was tempted to lie there again—but the alien light was telling me this is now, not then, and I was strong and sturdy enough to stay on my feet—so I did. Instead I touched the ground where I had shattered, my muzzle lifting and touching the wall, too, touching it softly and letting my mind well with…with calm things, they were calm, they weren’t raging this time bit it was still so sad--
--and I…I let those tears slip under my eyelids. I just…well…I wasn’t bawling like last time, I wasn’t shredded and torn up with bubbling guilt in my stomach and shoulder blades. I wasn’t consumed by the sudden, wrenching loss of my cousin in that moment. But he was gone, and I had hated myself and slit my own throat and starved myself and punished myself over his death—but I had never let myself grieve it.
So I guess that’s what I was doing now. My cousin was gone, my Big Toto was dead, and I was crying over him instead of the doom it had meant. I was crying over losing a big cousin I had admired, a big cousin I had lost touch with sometime during our lives; a cousin I had never had a chance to catch up with, and say sorry for being a brat, and tell him just how awesome I had ever thought he was, and how I had always wished to have his horns, his size, his kindness--
--and the tears were soundless as they slid down my cheeks; they were soft and short, too, mercifully short, because grieving doesn’t have to be a wet thing I guess, especially if it’s over something you’ve accepted. And yeah, I had to accept it. I had to accept he was gone, cuz if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t explain Nancy Drew’s little ass behind me with her Big Buff Boyfriend, asking questions and being offended over shattered crystals.
I sighed thickly; I still gazed at the wall, like I was thinking about it. “I did,” I finally answered her.
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Of course whatever emotion Ispoia might have seen on Ros's face, were completely lost to her. Others - her mother very likely - would have noticed more. But for all of her quiet observation, such things were not among that which Iso paid attention to. Kahlua would have noticed how Ros paused, perhaps how her shoulders sagged, how her breath hitched as memories flooded into her mind. She might have noticed how the owl - previously so chipper and pleased with the world - suddenly seemed concerned and sullen. Kahlua might have noticed, but Isopia surely did not.
Instead, the demi-child was looking at the ground, trying to discern what might have happened to cause the crystal to shatter in such a meaningless way. She had come here with the intent to carefully cut it away - if whoever had done this needed some - for a quest which they were on, why couldn't they have done the same? Why was there a need for such utter disregard for creation ? Why all the destruction? Why was it necessary? She didn't understand, and it bothered her. She would have continued to be bothered, had her cousin not finally spoken up.
I did.
Eyes of gold suddenly turned darker - bronzer with contempt. "What." She spat. It almost didn't sound like a question - it was an accusation dropped like a platter onto the floor. It echoed in the small chamber as Isopia turned her much larger form towards her cousin. There were few things in the world which had the potential and power to cause and stir an emotional response within the demi-god. But destruction of nature was certainly one of them. She didn't believe that the crystals were alive by any means, but they were a part of a delicate ecosystem down here. An ecosystem which was now shattered on the floor.
Even now, facing her kin the earthen child didn't notice (or if she did, didn't seem to acknowledge) the sadness and the silent tear tracks on Ros's face. It isn't so surprising - she didn't even know her cousin's name after all.
"Why?" She demanded, towering over her older cousin, righteousness flooding her veins. Her mind, normally so good at supplying answers was coming up short. There was simply no reason for this - this was haphazard and messy. This seemed like it was done without forethought or recognition of the consequences. This was like a neatly folded pile of laundry, sprawled on the floor due to a drunken hand looking for the light switch. This was misplaced, misguided.
The moment was over quickly—laid to rest gently in a bed of silk. You stayed quiet from where you were perched on my head, and I sighed and the tears started drying from my eyes. I touched the wall one last time, my lips pressing against it as a snorted a soft breath, a soft sigh: Toto was gone.
It didn’t…make me feel better. I was still too tired, still too hungry, still too haunted by other shit that plagued me and my life and stalked the world. Crying a few tears wasn’t gonna change that; I’m sure crying a lot of them wasn’t gonna change that, either. But it was an issue laid to rest that I hadn’t let sleep yet, loose ends tied neatly in a smart knot that clutched a casket I had avoided all this time.
Toto was gone.
I miss you, Big Guy.
And just like that…just like that, it was over. It was out of my system and my psyche felt a little cleaner for it, my soul feeling a little freer without some other unaccounted for junk fucking it up. Okay. Cool.
Time for rampage.
I heard her coming behind me—and don’t you think for one second I had been ignoring the growing eruption that was bubbling in her voice. That…that patronizing tone that spoke volumes, like what I had done to the goddamn crystal was something worth throwing a fit over. And maybe it was, for a child of the earth; it was earth shit I had fucked up, and maybe she didn’t care about my solemn tears or whatever or the very apparent fact that I wasn’t on my A game emotionally—whatever, whatever, she was pissed cuz there was some crystals destroyed and the way she was stalking up on me—
--well, it was feelin’ like she wanted a fight.
Nevermind I cried over the one who had fallen for her birth.
It’s whatever. It was all whatever. I had laid Toto to rest in my soul and I had cried and it was over and whatever. Fine. Cool. Let’s get mad.
I jerked my neck twice, once in opposite directions (crikCRAK!), my jaw kinda working itself into a rage as she approached me. You could feel the thing rising up and normally you’d get excited for it but at this point you weren’t sure, you weren’t quite sure if this was the best situation for a fight. You just weren’t…sure. Cuz you liked her and her pretty eyes and her pretty legs (ugh pervert) and the pretty voice that talked about you all the time. You loved it when I fought-- you just weren’t sure if you wanted to see me fight her.
I turned to her, slowly, my eyes blazing coals as stood square before her. She was so tall and I had to crane my neck up to look her in the eye properly. Whatever, big whoop. Height didn’t mean shit to me; I just had a better view of her chest and knee-caps, I guess. Besides, she was tall but she was skinny like a willow branch, and she’d probably snap like one too (or bend since that’s what willow branches do but she’d also probably suffocate so I defend my statement). Between my bulk, my muscle and my frame against hers? Shoot. You can cancel Christmas.
Why, she asked me. She was asking me why. Like I had cared enough about the shitty crystals to make the conscious decision to waste them all over the ground like that. My memories about that time were all kinds of jumbled with emotions too strong sort through, too convoluted with bad things, bad things, scary things and gross things and comforting things, too. But none of those shits had anything to do with deciding to wreck someplace.
I was sad, I could’ve told her. I was hurt, I was angry, I was so so so terrified that I was failing everyone and I lost control of myself. I lost control. I lost control.I could’ve explained the situation, I could’ve at least attempted to see if she understood what I had felt, that I hadn’t really meant to cause so much destruction, that I did actually feel kinda bad about it.
But fuck her.
There were about three people on this earth and one person on the outside I had to explain myself to, and this bitch wasn’t one of them.
So I cocked my head as I looked at her, my eyes still those hot-hot coals set so deeply in my face. “I dunno,” I said—and it was mocking, so deliberately insolent, “I felt like it.” And I guess I wasn’t really lying, cuz in a sense I had felt like it—but whatever, that wasn’t the point. I was swelling as I looked at her, my thick chest and my thick neck and everything else thick about me poised and strong and tensed as I waited for her reaction. You wanna be mad about some rocks? Cool. Be mad.
Whatchu gonna do about it?
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Intimidation wasn't something that she necessarily understood yet. She knew that there were things others found frightening, but how that differed from intimidating she wasn't actually sure. Hares and mice were afraid of wolves, but were they intimidated by them? When they realized they had been cornered and were about to be devoured, surely they would feel terror. Where did intimidation fit in? Was the only difference whether or not the outcome was fixed? One was only merely intimidated if there was hope that the imminent threat would not come to pass?
If that was it, then likely there was no chance of her being intimidating, even though she towered over her older cousin. But maybe Ros should have thought twice, if Pokemon has taught us anything, it's that electric-types aren't very effective against ground-types. And given how Isopia's hooves were currently blending into the floor of the cave, and given how that rock was now bleeding up her extraordinarily long limbs, any lightning thrown her way was going to be harmlessly dispersed onto the crystal-shattered floor. Then again, even if Isopia knew what was going through her cousin's mind (not that she could understand it, even if it was explained to her. Such emotional responses were out of her league), such a reaction was probably to be expected. This was an emotional response, not a rational one. To hell with types and strength. This was about kicking ass and taking names, not making good decisions.
"You felt like it, but you dunno why you felt like it?" The words dropped from her dark lips, like small pinballs bouncing onto the floor. There was no understanding, no meager attempt at compassion, there was only cold hard judgement. It was pathetic. That her cousin hadn't even attempted to lie showed just how little she cared about the environment, and of course for Isopia, there was nearly no greater crime than that. I dunno- the words hung flat in her mind. The irrationality of it was almost as great as the complete disregard for the lives that her carelessness upset.
Isopia's great big youthful eyes seemed to grow impossibly large, making her look like some comical owl. Only her expression wasn't one of doe-eyed innocence, but stupefied fury. "You just felt like destroying an entire ecosystem of creatures. Because you felt like it." She was repeating herself, stammering through her anger, but it couldn't be helped. Maybe she thought if she repeated the words enough they would start to make sense. So far, they weren't. "But you dunno why you felt like it. You acted on some irrational emotional state that you were in, and just decided to lash out and destroy something. Did that make you feel better? Did it soothe whatever emotional turmoil you were in, to know that big strong you could decimate an entire ecological support structure?!" Isopia had no idea what it was to experience emotional turmoil - she actually didn't experience any emotions that strongly (other than arguably her anger at this moment) - but she could certainly look down upon that state of mind and judge it.
Disdain wrapped in a condescending academic tone dripped from her lips as she moved even closer to her cousin. Her nose dipped lower so that she could be eye to eye with her stouter counterpart, not realizing that that act in itself would likely be viewed as hostile. In Iso's defense, she really was just trying to make it easier for Ros to glare at her in such a way that would strain her neck.
Like, I dunno, maybe Hototo and Mesec turned out okay because we grew up together or whatever or something. Or maybe it was a personality thing and being half-god didn’t have anything to do with it. This…this sneering judgment that was so easily plastered on the faces of half-god children.
Maybe she was just judgmental on her own?
…but I wasn’t sure. I figured you had to feel pretty superior to others to even register contempt for them, and yeah, having godsblood was enough of a foothold to give you that leg up.
I mean, it’s whatever. I don’t know the reason exactly behind the coldness in her eyes, this idea that she had the nerve to chastise me like that, like she was my Ma, like she was someone superior who knew better.
I was realizing I didn’t like Faux-to-to all that much.
In fact--fuck her.
Fuck her and the earth that birthed her, too.
*”Did it soothe whatever emotional turmoil you were in, to know that big strong you could decimate an entire ecological support structure?!"*
That thing working itself into a rampage sparked harder and brighter as she lowered her head at me like that, her eyes coming closer to judge with greater accuracy, those four, stupid-looking horns a threat of all kinds (at least, that’s how I was feeling it). I choked down the urge to spat right in her eye—and I’ll admit, it wasn’t really me that tried to suppress it, but it was you in the back of my head, begging me not to set it off, not now at least, cuz you liked her and her long legs and some gut feeling was telling you that fighting wasn’t gonna fix…fix this. Whatever this was.
So I contented myself with snorting super loudly and super sloppily, so it was kinda like spitting in her face, but not really. “Yes,” I answered her, and yeah, even I’ll admit that was pretty stupid and totally untrue but fuck her and her sense of justice for tiny rocks.
“Now here’s what you’re gonna do,” I growled, and if I were a furrier thing with paws instead of hooves, my fangs would be glowing in the cavern light, “You’re gonna get out my face like this and step the fuck out of my way so I can leave, cuz I’m done here,” I explained—slowly, clearly, but still in that growl, that menacing promise of a thing, “And you’re gonna do it quick, too. ‘Fore I decide to soothe my emotional turmoil all upside your head.”
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Confrontation wasn't even a concept that Isopia understood. What separated confrontation from any other sort of -ation? Conversation? Explanation? Whatever it was, Isopia was unaware that she had kicked their -ation up a notch. For her, the caliber of their discussion was the same as when they had been speaking outside of the caves. The fact that this subject was infinitely more important (at least to one of them), or the hostility that was dripping from both of them, seemed completely irrelevant to the earthen-child.
Snot speckled Isopia's dark mouth and cheeks, but she didn't seem to notice. She blinked, to rid her eyelashes of some particularly liquid-y mucus, but other than that, she seemed not at all bothered by her cousin's flem on her face.
"I'm only in your face like this because you're much, much shorter than I am." She interrupted, her voice prompt and matter-of-fact, clearly not picking up on Ros's threatening tone. If anything, it just made the girl question her cousin's rationality. Was something wrong? Was she brain damaged? Had prolonged exposure to time and electricity fried her capacity to reason? After all, she clearly couldn't even see that Isopia's posture was for her own benefit. Something was obviously wrong with her. Maybe that's why she destroyed the crystals.
Isopia blinked her large golden eyes as she considered Ros's latest threat. ‘Fore I decide to soothe my emotional turmoil all upside your head. What did that even mean? Was she trying to articulate that, whatever she had done to break the crystals, she was going to do to Isopia? Specifically to her head? The skull-masked girl was confused. She was in emotional turmoil again? The same type she had experienced when she was down here before? The girl couldn't help but doubt that it was a coincidence. Perhaps there was something in the air here - something that only effected Ros.
Well regardless, while Ros's defective mental states might have somehow justified her actions - or at least excused them - this -ation, whether it was a confrontation or a conversation, was not over.
"No. I don't know what's wrong with you -" She began, attempting to vaguely gesture at Ros's mental disability and her recognition of it. It was as close to compassion as Isopia could get. "-but you are going to help me clean this up. This matters, regardless of whether or not you can see it. We are going to put it back."
Her tone was level, almost ... casual. It hadn't even occurred to her, despite Ros's hostility and spitting, that she might object to being told what to do.
It was there. I swear it was. It was coiled tightly, ready to spring just under my skin; it was tensed and prepared to unleash all over her face, all over her body, to shed her, knock into her, head-butt her straight in the throat for being so—
--so—
--I don’t even know.
*"I'm only in your face like this because you're much, much shorter than I am."*
Those weren’t her lines!
She was supposed to say something like “make me” or “who cares” or something, something, something else to needle me, a smoking gun in the race, words to spark me in action, a short, quick blaze to a fuse just begging to be lit.
She wasn’t supposed to…to…explain herself in this vanilla voice, all matter-of-fact and blunt and innocent like it was. Cuz it’s…not like she was wrong. I was short. And I could look at her easier without cranking my neck like I had been and pulling a muscle and probably cramping myself up for later—
--but no, no, no! That’s not what was supposed to happen! We were supposed to go to blows and I was supposed to blow through her skinny ass and teach her better than to talk like a smart-ass with me--
--and I snorted, indignant with her words, very clearly aware that I was getting pissed over nothing at this point. “I can see you just fine!!” I snapped at her, screeching much too loud in the cavernous space, “SHIT!” My voice bounced back at me from a thousand different directions—off of walls, off of little shards that lay scattered at our feet, glinting dully with both a living and a dead light faded from their cores.
*"No. I don't know what's wrong with you, but you are going to help me clean this up.”*
There, there, that’s a smoking gun isn’t it, that’s her asking for a beat-down—that’s my cue, my signal, my excuse--
*”This matters, regardless of whether or not you can see it. We are going to put it back."*
And then, so suddenly it had to have been fate’s doing, she said words that stopped me dead.
It was a turmoil that was almost physical. Actually, it was physical; I grit my teeth and I clenched my eyes shut and I growled in the back of my throat “Hnnnnnnrgh” that grew in my throat steadily into an “AARRGHGH” as I flailed my head from side to side, the whole of my insides doing battle and going to blows in my stomach--
Cuz I wanted to fight her. I wanted to fight her. I wanted her gone, I wanted her judgement out of my life, I wanted her away from me and I wanted her voice washed out of my ear and her scent washed out of my nose and the image of her metallic eyes washed out of my sight—
--I wanted her far, far away, unseen and eventually forgotten, the lost reminder of the ultimate mistake—
--I wanted to crush her and all that she meant (balance lost and regained, a murderous goddess, some other rape some other rape some other rape)
Faux-to-to.
just wanted to unload on her smug, academic ass and be done with it allher once and for all.
….but I couldn’t.
This matters, regardless of whether or not you can see it. We are going to put it back.
Shards of stones I had ruined in my despair.
We are going to put them back.
I had cried over Toto’s passing finally. And now it was time to clean up the
remains of my deranged, aimless sorrow and set this shit to its final rest.
I was going to help her do it.
Toto’s replac--
--Faux-to-to--
…someone who’s name I didn’t even know.
“FINE!” I bellowed into her face, way too loud, much too torn up, “Fine, fine, I didn’t even mean to do it in the first place, it just happened, it just—“ It flew from my lips in a flurry, all ragged and too angry and slightly desperate, until I finally snorted and stomped my hoof and looked her in the eye again. “There. There. Is that what you wanted? Are you happy now? I’ll fix the shit with you if you just leave me alone after.”
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Isopia's expression hardly changed as Ros's words (and subsequent spit) struck her in the face. Shouting was such an odd expression of anger. Did it make the one who was angry feel better to shout? And if so, why? Why would forcing air out of your lungs at a faster speed have any effect on your emotional state? Perhaps it was some weird psychological connection, but even were that the case, the girl had no idea what the natural basis could be. If anything, shouting when one was mad would draw more attention. From an evolutionary standpoint, if you ended up being wrong, then there would be an entire crowd of dissenters that you had roused there to pick you off.
So Isopia shrugged off her cousin's shouting as merely another manifestation of her irrationality.
Same with the snorting and stamping. It all came across so ... base. So primitive and without thought. Ros had mentioned that she had destroyed the crystals without thinking, and now perhaps Isopia had a glimpse into precisely how that happened. her anger - and apparently all emotions - had the net effect of being destructive. Ros just seemed to manifest her anger in irrational physical ways, if the past 5 minutes were a reliable indicator of her past behavior. Yelling, snorting, stamping, stomping, and all other synonyms that try to make throwing a hissy fit sound less than childish.
FINE! Fine, fine, I didn’t even mean to do it in the first place, it just happened, it just—. There. There. Is that what you wanted? Are you happy now? I’ll fix the shit with you if you just leave me alone after.
Isopia blinked. One of those slow, I am trying to understand what you are saying but am failing blinks. "No I'm not happy-" She began, but was cut off by more of Ros's admonishments. Why would her cousin think this would make her happy? It was simply something that needed to be done, but it wasn't for Isopia that it needed to be done. It just did. If anything Ros should be the one to feel happy about it - for it would remove the weight of her past mistakes from her shoulders. She was the one who destroyed the crystal after all. If anyone should be relieved that it was being set right, it was her.
Much backwards. So irrationality. Very confuse.
But there was more Ros was saying, and the girl found that even more confusing.
"How can I know if I will leave you alone? You surely can't expect me to just leave when you appear in my general vicinity, or I in yours? No one asked you here - you arrived by your own means. And afterwards who knows what will happen?" The girl shrugged her blood-splattered shoulders once more, further understanding just how irrelevant she thought Ros's lunacy had gotten to.
Stepping aside, out of the path of potentially more yelling and spit, Isopia began to work on moving the crystal back to the wall of the cave. She moved the largest pieces gently with her hooves, trying to ensure that she wouldn't break off anymore in the process.
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I remember that Big Toto was a singer; he could sing his ass off and the earth would listen to him, prodded by the brazen tones that would erupt from his lips. I remember how beautiful his singing had been, too—and I couldn’t think too hard about it, cuz even then his songs used to bring me to secret tears sometimes and just thinking about them now was likely to cause me to start full-on bawling for one reason or another. But anyway that’s not the point. I was saying that if Toto was a singer, then I guess that made this new earth child just as talented as a dancer in the same vein, cuz I swear she was working this last damn nerve like her life depended on it.
Like, fuck. This fate shit was really just trying to get me to make her catch these hands hooves, I swear for god. And she just…she kept…talking. Just talking. About shit that didn’t even matter, that wouldn’t matter, that might matter but probably wouldn’t so what was the point in even…talking about it?
This bitch hadn’t shut up since I first laid eyes on her up on the surface. Her voice has just been hanging in the air this entire time, talking, talking talking about stupid shit, weaving a thread around my throat and trying its damnedest to choke the piss out of me. My body was swelling with hot air and I swear my seams were gonna burst—and if fur worked a certain way my cheeks and my neck and my everything would probably bloom a bright red at the growing heat that was expanding in my body, an aching fit to burst.
“My god, will you shut up?” I finally exploded—except it wasn’t an explosion, it was more like a tired leak that eased the mounting pressure in my body—a direct effect of this obstinate decision I had made that I wasn’t gonna throw the first punch.
And I’m not sure of the exact moment I had made that decision; I just knew that I had come here to bury a piece of my past and fate decided that this little fuckscapade would put a nice little marker on the grave, and once I had made the decision to keep my hooves to myself, it bound me like, iron, whether I liked it or not.
…
…cuz no, seriously, I was sure fixin’ to pop this bitch in the mouth if it meant she shut up.
(You laughed at that).
I didn’t have lofty wings or a swishing tail to help me sweep up those pieces; I just grit my teeth and scraped at the ground with my hooves, piling them into a glittering mound as I went. It immediately became shitty and I was bored with it almost instantly and you swooped down from my poll, landing onto the ground and zpsnck!ing into a bushy-tailed skunk. No, Cheek--I tried stopping you, cuz this was my toil and my mess—but you ignored me like the little shit you were and your tail swept over the pieces, doing a much better job than my hooves ever could.
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
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