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Ming Yue Posts: 36
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#1

Ming Yue

Showing our pale light in the moonlight.


There was little telling what had happened in the melee that had been their arrival to another dimension. The azure splash of her coat tingled with the thought that she had been cast aside to die, and the ribs sticking through her dull coat only seemed to alleviate this possibility. Was she going to die? Her frail body could barely carry her own weight, and for once she was actually dry. This meant a lot to the poor creature who would forever be tormented by the pools of water that could both save her life and kill her.

Ming Yue had not been in the fight. She had heard the screams and seen the rush of the creatures going to and fro from the bloodbath, but the Blood Falls were already too tinged with red for her to notice that it had been running a lot thicker since the battle. She paid little attention to it. She had so little energy and right now her old homeland had been rejuvenated with the life that had been so cruelly sapped from its earthy bones. With a sigh she closed her eyes and took chunks out of the terraria. There was no way she would have been a help against the bear or the infinitely stupid creatures that tried to help it along. Why protect your own when you can protect a savage and then die at its own claws? There was something insanely mental about this idea. Ming then opened her orange pools to the second destruction she had witnessed in her beloved homeland. But no, this wasn't her homeland. Where was she?

In all of the confusion things had happened far too difficult for her to conceive in her own mind and far too fast. She had rushed through the portal at the speed of light but only because she had been pulled towards it. Much like water is pulled towards me, the cool fae thought with a bitter taste. She tried to forget this, however, and went out looking for anyone. Since she had lost her rogues, the moon princess was alone. Only the everlasting darkness in the Falls to guide her but no moon to comfort her.

"Is anyone here? Is anyone alive?"

[OOC: Ming Yue has not taken part in the battle as she's too thin and frail, she'd just snap! But she has been watching from afar and is now looking for anybody who is alive or she can help, anyone is welcome!]


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#2


What if this whole crusade's a charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid

In the shadow of the trees, an angel walks.

He’d left the battle filled with an energy that comes only from being very amplified and then suddenly cooled, and much like the humming throng of ringing metal striking against stone it reverberated all through him so that he was restless and searching.

Aithniel had been gone as soon as the fight was over, and he could only assume it was to return to wherever it was she lived now, perhaps to tell them what had come to pass. While Cathun had told him the truth, the dark colt is still unsure why it is his sister would return to the land that had starved her as a child, left her orphaned and unwanted in a meadow of flowers, and the contradiction (he has so many of his own, it is some wonder he makes such a big deal out of other’s) leaves him has hopeful that she truly is there as he is doubtful its true at all. Erebos had been burned by the blood and was off somewhere being healed, Rikyn having decided to stay behind in the red forest mostly to think, because his head was alive and stirring.

For the first while since having left the Nightwalk behind him, the young prince was truly content to have returned home, having found his purpose alongside a God that was not the First Gods, but the only sort he might have in this life (he was not so vain as to think he would ever see a world in which the balance was whole and even). He had found his friends, and while Aithniel was mad at him, he was sure she would forgive him in time, and that all would be well.

His thoughts were not of sad things, and it delighted him as much as his small conquests on this day had been; how many boys had been praised by a God, anyway? And rather than dwelling in missing his Xynia, or the cool confines of the cave, he thought of how fascinating it was that the imbalance, while it had damaged his people and cost the world of Loorien so much, was also wonderful in that it allowed whole forests, such as this one, to be ripped from one reality and settled into another.

Maybe it wasn’t an imbalance at all, he thinks as he rounds a corner, maybe it was just how it…

His thoughts die as he sees her, the woman whose soft voice turns his gaze, her vibrant pelt of moonlit indigos and royal blues stained upon a rich blackness. Her horns are glass, like many of those in the northlands of his birth, of his mother’s rule, perhaps one day his own (how brightly his ambitions glow under the loving kiss of a God’s approving gaze); he admires her well before he notices the waters that trail in her wake in a magical pull, and it is only as he approaches closer that he notices she is quite a bit older than himself.

Still, she is delicate and graceful, graceful and thin as strands of silk caught in a gentle wind.

In his youth, most women are so.

"Most lived, miss," he says softly, not wanting to startle her – for it is dark, and he is like the shadow with his chocolate flesh tinted in onyx and gold, his markings and hooves perhaps the only things of clarity in the strange crimson shadow of the healing red wood, "though the Bear did not."
For the blood on which we dine
Justified in the name of the Holy and the Divine.





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Ming Yue Posts: 36
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#3
Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
The ragged moon princess halted in her tracks after speaking to the empty air in an attempt for contact. She needed life, to touch it and speak with it and know that she wasn't alone. The Blood Falls was still the same, but the monumental crash was something supernatural and it caused her to believe that it wasn't quite the same. After all, the illness that had shrouded its terraria for so long, which had warped her once beautiful bodice into skin and bones, was no more. It had come back to life with an essence of invigoration, and Ming Yue knew for a fact that that was not at the daggers of a mere creature or pot luck.

And yet as she stood here, the cool fae clapped her pools upon a creature. He moved slowly and with a feeling of swooping hope inside her gut she knew that the creature coming towards her was one of her own. It came forth and Ming Yue realised with a calm smile that it was a brute, a young one at that. As he came into focus she realised that the stag was of a deep and dark charcoal with a hint of mud, his tassles charcoal with hints of golden. That continued into his cranium with markings underneath his right pool and right through to his daggers. He was a handsome thing. But then again, Ming Yue had become accustomed to the rogues with parts of their skulls lost to the earth and scars across all of their bodies. An unharmed creature with everything intact was a happy surprise for her.

And then he spoke.

Most lived, miss, though the Bear did not.

His politeness and the softness of his voice created a mist of warmth between the strangers, and the azure fae tipped her lobes towards the sound. His bodice was not difficult for her to see even in the darkness of the Falls: she had become an expert of the darkness of her homeland and she welcomed its dark light.
And word of the Bear which had terrorised the terraria in a second wave of bad fortune upon the land and its inhabitants gave her the tortored screams within memories she wanted to hide of the battle that ensued. But the thought that the Bear was slayed created a grim smile across her dark velveteens as she replied to the handsome creature,
"And hopefully it's soul was drawn out like poison from a wound." Her words were soft, and her dull eyes tinged with sadness as she remembered the blood and screams once more. But then she paused and remembered she was supposed to make a good impression if she was to remain with the stranger, and she tipped her cranium in greeting and spoke in a soft and deep voice once more, "Forgive me, I did not wish to sound vicious... I am Ming Yue and this is... well, this is my land. Or used to be."

Ming Yue did not know what would happen to her now. All she knew was that perhaps it was best she find purpose in her life. That is, once she had figured out where she was and what her life would entail in this new land.
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#4


What if this whole crusade's a charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid

All of her delicate fairness, her beauty, it fades as his eyes hold her in their gaze and she makes her remark of the death of the God that, as far as Rikyn had gathered from the speeches of the Spark and the Bear, had been her own. He takes in the savagery with which she speaks of the monster with acceptance, remembering too how nearly all those from the Rift had seemed haggard and worn, and how quickly they had turned on the creature which was supposed to be their Divine.

His smile does not falter, nor do his golden eyes waver away from her. He almost laughs as she apologizes for seeming vicious, having grown up in a land of ice which raised women like barbed spikes of ice and which made the enthralling water thrall seem a butterfly in comparison. That laughter fades into a face that is almost contemplative as her name falls from her lips, as she claims this was her land.

He can’t help but wonder if it was hers in the sense that she had lived here or that she had had some dominion over those who had. He supposed it didn’t matter, now – her kingdom was now smack dab in the middle of Helovia, and he hadn’t seen near enough of those from the other realm (wherever that magically crippled place may be) to stand much of a chance against the armies of the four lands that held stake here.

He could understand that feeling, too, to be important in your heart but nobody to the rest of the world. His mother had figuratively thrown her crown into the sea, ripping his own from atop his self righteous little head without his approval, which made his situation a little bit different – but still, he could sympathize.

"Rikyn," he states bluntly, not bothering to reply to her apology and hoping she’ll take it as acceptance (he had, after all, fought the beast, and even has a steady ache in his shoulder to speak for it), "I live up north, in the land of the God who brought this forest here."

He smiles, not wanting to hurt her feelings with the truth – but feeling its best to start tying up any delusions that this place is a kingdom of its own anymore, that it is a kingdom at all. All it is, now, is a big, crimson forest bordering the Threshold.

"Here being Helovia," he says, "what, uh, what land was it before?"

And how could he avoid going there, if the rest of their Gods let their people starve and suffer for their own gain as it seemed the Bear had.
For the blood on which we dine
Justified in the name of the Holy and the Divine.





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Ming Yue Posts: 36
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#5
Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
He continues to smile, and this set Ming Yue in a transe as she wondered why and how he could still be tilting his velveteens in a positive way towards her wretched words. That god had been one of the ones who had tortured her in her still youthful life, but she wondered whether any creature deserved the fate of eternal darkness. Yet this obsidian and golden brute stood there with friendliness and acceptance in his stature, in his quiet laugh and in his cranial expressions. She too smiled cautiously at him, still wondering and overthinking in her exhausted mind.

He gave his name: Rikyn. It was a short answer, blunt in most senses of the word but she appreciated his attitude towards simply getting things done. For right now all she wanted to do was to touch him, and enjoy his company. She was not being needy, more like a caged creature in her own self. The fact he did not reply to her apology gave her a feeling that he was not going to go anywhere... yet. And for this the fae looked upon the young stag and moved her orange pools across his body to inspect him further. His scent was unmistakably strange and certainly not from her own land. But she figured that her own scent was ravishing so Ming Yue discontinued her smell sense.

I live up north, in the land of the God who brought this forest here. Here being Helovia... what land was it before?

That meant nothing to her. The azure splashed queen showed an expression of what could be classed as ignorance. Her cool voice replied, wanting answers,
"I am in Helovia? I'm afraid I have no prior knowledge of this land. This land is- was... the Rift... Rikyn, I hope you do not think me upfront... What land and what herd would you find yourself in?" and the fear stretched from her insides into the tone of her voice as the volume lowered almost to a whisper, "And what god would commit such a limbo situation?" She was thinking of the good and bad that had come from what this God had done. The Blood Falls had been torn from its soil into an unknown world and with it chaos and scared creatures. But it had also healed the tainted land from its illness and she could finally eat and gain strength. She thanked the moon goddess for her salvation for she would have certainly met the same fate as the Bear God if she had remained in that old world for a few days longer.

Thinking of her waning strength hit her bodice physically, and she could no longer take the weight of herself on her lithe pillars. With a slow thump she fell to the ground. With a sigh she simply lay there and stretched her cranium up to still look at Rikyn, evidently remaining collected about her ailing embarrassment.
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#6


What if this whole crusade's a charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid

Her eyes run over him in a way that make him think that he is a stranger to her in more ways than just the literal – and while she is unique in her coloration, he has seen passive magic (his uncle trails snow much as this woman trails water) and he has, unfortunately, seen those starved near enough to death as she is. That she stands is a sign of her will power to survive, and he wonders, as the question falls from his lips, how many of them died in that strange place before the Spark saved them, and how many more were suffering still beyond.

His smile remains when she answers his question with another, nearly chuckling in good humor as he pondered over each inquiry, the last especially.

He hadn’t really thought of that, really.

He supposes as he thinks about it that it was a minor declaration of war against whatever Gods ruled the other land – but he couldn’t help but remain steadfastly in the belief that, whether the Helovian divines had started it or not, these Gods of the Rift had it coming.

Just look at yourself, he almost said out loud, what just being with the power to save you would not do so?

"He seems to have a thing for the down trodden," I say instead with a fond smile, drawing upon the tale of his leading Mauja and Psyche, along with my mother’s people, to the Basin a long time before I was born, "and it could be this Rift was interfering with Helovia itself, so the Gods initiated contact. There have been many strange magical fluctuations over the last few years."

Of course, he’s only two – he has no fucking clue what he’s talking about, except from remembered excerpts of stories he’s heard throughout his life. And, to be sure, he’s heard many of them, and most are true… but we’ll understand if Ming Yue thinks the little haughty stag is full of himself.

He was about to answer her question about where it was he lived when she quite suddenly collapsed.

His eyes widen broad, their gold depths suddenly alive with chivalrous action as he attempts to step forward and catch her – to no avail, for her slender frame crashes to the ground anyway, leaving him fretfully hovering over the figure of the fallen princess.

The chocolate and ebony adolescent hadn’t realized she was so near collapsing – he’d have hurried up his introductions, hurried along to guide her to the mountain and one of the numerous unicorn healers he’d seen trundling through the vale to and from the healer’s cavern, or something. He’d have at least offered her a shoulder to lean on.

"Time’s Beard! Are you okay?" he asks, the old expression slipping from his lips (his own curl of a beard sprouting from the curve of his dark chin), her soft sigh and apologetic glance not doing much for his nerves.

He looks up, trying to get a glimpse at the horizon and failing for a good while before, at last, finding a place where he can gauge the sun’s distance. It’s a bit late to try and rush all the way home, he thinks, but surely they’ll find a branch of the river which runs through the Thistle Meadow along the way, the season perfect for the nourishment of a starved creature such as the fallen mare.

"The Aurora Basin, my herd land, isn’t far," he says as he looks back down at her, "you wanna try to make it there? I know of a few good places to rest along the way.”


[ OOC: He has spark/dark magic that allows him to manipulate other’s bodies; with your permission, of course, he can use it to help her limp along. He’s not really aware of it, so it will be sporadic and probably during times that she really needs the extra oomph. :3 ]
For the blood on which we dine
Justified in the name of the Holy and the Divine.





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Ming Yue Posts: 36
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#7
Ming Yue
Showing our pale light in the moonlight.
Rikyn continued to smile at her and she wondered what purpose he would have to continue such a soft and warming gesture towards her own ragged body. He seemed like a kind creature, young in years but deep within those pools she felt he was wise beyond his years. And this gave her comfort. Not only was he a handsome, young brute, but he did not appear to be quite like the brash young ones that went about spouting and bragging about their own superiority. No, he seemed different somehow. But her own weak mind could not give way to thinking about such thoughts as she knew that she had to keep the remaining part of her brainpower that wasn't keeping her from standing fixed on the very conversation they were having.

He seems to have a thing for the down trodden.

His words were too much for her and Ming Yue let out a small chuckle that still embraced warmth. She was ever so grateful for that creature to have merged the worlds and allowed her a new start without the prospect of dying from starvation, but how ironic it was to be one of the down trodden. And then Rikyn spoke of the Rift, and her orange pools were opened wide with the knowledge that poured out of the young velveteens:

...it couuld be this Rift was interfering with Helovia itself, so the Gods initiated contact. There have been many strange magical fluctuations over the last few years.

And with her own voice she spoke out in soft retort to his speech,
"Whatever had happened, I will be forever grateful for giving me this second chance," she gazed warmly at the sky before slacking her neck and letting her skull face Rikyn once more, "You speak as if you were a part of these magical fluctations, Rikyn, yet I look at you and see the frame of such a young creature..." Yet with some hesitance she then further added to her own words, "But still, we are both young and I think you have the wisdom of a far older creature, even from the short words we have spoken to one another." Her politeness was flattering and sincere. Her words towards this dark brute was a sign of her kind nature, even if she was as cool as the moon's rays on the water pools.

But her energy sapping in her caused her to collapse before any reply to her words could be made, and this made her feel even more humiliated. She lay there in a heap of her own sagging skin and heavy bones. Ming Yue had no chance to stand up again, not for a few hours at least. She had hoped to regain her strength slowly in order to maintain her elegant and lithe physique, but she now realised that her recovery was going to take far longer than she had anticipated.

Time's Beard! Are you okay?

In her own daze of thoughts and dizziness, the queen was brought back somewhat by the dark tones of Rikyn. He seemed so panicked by her embarrassing collapse, and she felt almost comforted by the fact he gave a fuck that an almost total stranger had done so in front of him. With a glow within her bodice she realised that he seemed like a kind stag with a good heart. Right now she could not fault the acquaintance.

And then his kindness spread further and accelerated as she heard the offer of sanctuary within his herd. Not being able to speak from the trembling, she simply gazed at him with glazed pools and gave a small nod of acceptance. She would gladly go with him, so long as she was able to survive the walk there.

[OOC: I'm so sorry it's been so long! I've been on holiday but I thought it best to get myself into this post as quickly as possible! Basically she agrees to come with Rikyn and I'll give you full permission for some power-play etc in order to use the magic and get her there! <3]
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#8


What if this whole crusade's a charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid

Ah, how little she knows him; the beast before her is perhaps more vain within than those who prance and strut, superiority a mask. His superiority is naturally given, no mask but a state of existence; never has he been truly challenge in his right to life and the things he has decided he wants, and so he has never been faced with the notion that he isn’t the greatest thing to happen to Helovia.

Maybe that is why his arrogance is undernoted unless challenged by some abrasive ego – in which case it lifts its monolithic head and roars, never strutting, never prancing. He owns his power, he wields it without thought to how others may perceive it, assuming only that they know, that he does not have to flex figurative muscles and flash the shining edge of blades to be given the respect he demands.

Such things are for women, and physically incapable men.

It is not to say that he doesn’t occasionally let his Goldenballs sway (some pale faced colt knows him better than he should, the same colt who had earned the pretentious retorts of the haughty black bay).

Of course, he knows none of her thoughts, left only with the soft smile she returns, her gentle laugh making his golden eyes glitter in delight to have pleased her – the boy knows enough about relationships and girls to figure that making them smile and giggle cannot be a bad thing. And, while the azurite and ebony mare before him is starved and lacking certain voluptuousness he has come to expect from fillies no more, her eyes are luminous like fire and her face is pretty, delicately sculpted, suggesting that her figure, when not emaciated, is dainty and fine; the added ripple and shine of the water in tow, the promise of magic flowing through her lineage, makes her laughter and attentions a fine prize indeed.

He nods in accordance to her statement that she is grateful; he would be too, he supposes, if he were being starved and tormented by a God. His Gods, the First and the Spark, have been nothing but good to him – even if the true Lord of the Mountain was prone to coming across in awfully frightful manner (as far as Rikyn was concerned), he had also never known the Basin to suffer long or hard under the watchful eye of the Timekeeper.

Her next words, however, make his smile falter ever so slightly that he has been caught in his web of bullshit (though the grin remains, never quite flickering all the way off); she immediately veils her accusation in kindnesses, but it was a pointed horn none the less, and he felt his ego squirm in aggression and his heart to twinge at having been called out.

"My mother was born to Helovia, as was I," he answers, finding again the fullness of his grin, not mentioning that his mother was once a Lady, his father once a Lord, that both had done many great things and were known by many - mostly because he does not like to flash the names of his parents about, feeling as if he hides behind their titles and legends (though, surely, it fueled the arrogant pride that runs rampant through his youthful veins), "and my sire has lived here many years. I know its history as well as those who raised me, and she is politically involved in all the ways my father is clever."

He refuses to place her in the past tense, though his mind tells him she has been gone too long to be believably safe or returning, and he refuses to let Ming Yue see the scars on his soul with any sort of ease (for real men don’t cry). A sorrow bends through aureate eyes as he grasps for the charm and happiness that had been there before he’d thought of her - a split second darkening that he immediately shunts aside with youthful ease, not truly understanding how bad letting such wounds fester in the shadow of one’s mind can be.

With a chuckle, he amends her statement on his wisdom – he’s far too young to be called such things, as he displays now, ignoring his half life sorrow to dwell on the pleasant present. At least he has the decorum to admit as much aloud (he generally is not so humble).

"I'm not really wise, though," he answers with a chuckle and a wink, "I just know more than I should."

Then the water walker is on the ground, and he is hovering above her like an impotent savior until she nods that yes, she will go.

And then he is a flurry of action and male chivalry (because even supremacist unicorn princes have hearts that soften for pretty women, after all), falling to his knees alongside her with as much decorum as he can muster. He barely knows her, the strangeness of the delicate damsel filling him with an odd rush, very different from that which had filled him as he’d walked with Xynia, shoulder to shoulder; feeling his blood run warm though his veins, he waits for her to adjust her weight against him, to allow his larger, much more healthy frame to support her own.

Of course, she’ll still have to shuffle her hooves forward on her own – but he is a patient boy, despite his youth, and his commonplace fearless leaps into the unknown, and while, most days, he would almost fly on his way home, letting the long pull of his legs over the earth build his sinew and deepen his lungs, he has taken enough walks with women to know how to stroll.

This one, he thinks, now near enough to her that the ruddy shadow of the blood wood does not obscure her thinness, will be a stroll accompanied with many lounging picnic breaks. She is thinner even than Aithniel when he had found her nestled among the thistles, so thin that he wonders how she has not already died.

Perhaps her God was cruelly sustaining her past the point when most would have withered. Perhaps her soul was valiantly fighting back the shadow hands of death.

He did not know. He did not think it truly mattered, either.

"When you are ready, Ming Yue," he says, remembering from some distant memory (was it a priestess in the Nightwalk, or a being of his smallest days?) that ones name pulls upon the soul, hoping that tether binds the fragile damsel to this plane.

[ OOC: Basin thread comin' up ~ ]
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