Sticking to his place amongst the others the golden stag lets his mind entertain him while he continues to try and make sense of it all. Only as more pegasus, unicorns and equine continue to pour in does he lift his bi-coloured optics to pay closer attention to those arriving. When compared to the inhabitants back home there were definitely some strange ones in the bunch that either looked the part or acted it. Half seemed to be spewing the black goo from their noses and everywhere else making him feel a little uncomfortable standing in such close proximity to all the sick creatures. Had no one heard about staying home when they were sick? If he looked like that he sure as hell was not planning to go to a party and ruin his ever so perfect figure. As a white mare stumbled up to the flats he perked his ears forward recognizing her as the one he had attempted to help. Eden was her name he he recalled correctly and to his disappointment she still had the black crap coming out everywhere. At least he had tried to help unlike some of the bystanders around here who would rather keep their distance than risk their ass to help another. Then again he really couldn't figure out why he had tried to help that girl in the first place not that it would change anything. Things happened and he reacted that was the simplest answer of them all. 

A new voice joined the chorus of hushed talking booming above the rest successfully silencing the chatter with the exception of the few he addressed personally. So this was another of their God's, what made him so different than all the rest that had brought evil and destruction? How could he just sit back and watch his subjects? Perhaps subjects wasn't the right word...citizens maybe.. but how could he just watch as all this plague spread throughout the population? Was there no cure? Who had brought this on, one of them? Could he be trusted? Could anyone? Confusion spread through his features just watching the reactions this God received. Some seemed wary or distant while others were full out worshiping the stallion. There was such a mixed array that it was hard for him to pass judgement on something he did not know to be true.

Holding back for awhile longer until there seemed to be a break in the chit chat he stepped forward wanting to figure out this guy for himself. Approaching slowly he bowed his crown respectfully before the God not able to deny the respect that he demanded with his very presence for he felt it too. "If I may ask, why are you so willing to help us when everyone else turned their backs? What purpose do we have in your world if we are as you say from such a corrupted realm?" Pausing to form his words carefully not wanting to insult or offend such a higher God he continued. "What is this plague that seems to be affecting many and how do we cure it? Please, I only wish to understand as there is so much we do not know. " There were so many unanswered questions he wished to ask but he limited them to only these few not wanting to push his limits too far fearing how he would be received. Keeping his head bowed he only now returned his crown back to its rightful place watching the God and taking in everything but not retreating back to stand with the others. He was no chicken and he was used to sticking his neck out where others would cower. He needed to make sense of this Helovia and why they had been brought here.

•• MENTIONS: Eden, Sun God
 •• SUMMARY: Kalona observes the other's reactions before choosing to make his own decision. Boldly yet respectfully approaches the Sun God to ask why they were brought here and to what purpose. ••

“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

Watching from the shadows it takes a long while for anything to happen as only more people flood here like cattle to a watering hole. Pathetic really but who was she to say considering she was among those who had showed up. Many seemed to address the Sun God but to what result it is still unclear for nothing has happened since the misfits showed up out of the blue. Where they now taking in the strays that other lands discarded? Great that meant another flood of morons for her to sift though and discover if any of them actually had a brain or if the corruption that their God talked about had turned it to mush long before they got here. Many draw her mild amusement as random blubbering and other interesting effects seem to accompany the sniffling and sneezing black crud everywhere. Actually come to think about it there are very few here that do not have whatever illness seems to be going around. Gazing around she begins to notice a trend between the sick and the healthy, why is it that none of the newbies were getting symptoms? Did they bring this here along with their people? If she was correct this was just turning into a big shit show that kept giving her new reasons not to like any of the strangers. First the boils now this? Somehow she doubted that she wanted to know what would be next, fugly tumors growing everywhere? This would be one rare time that she seriously hoped that she was wrong about something. 

A stallion from the portal drew her attention as he began wandering around staring at everyone calling out for god only knows who. Snickering quietly with mild humor as the expression on his face changes from confusion to what appeared to be borderline anger directed towards the Sun God. She can only hope that he completely loses it and tries to attack their God, that would be absolutely hilarious considering the potential. Either he gets his ass fried by the God himself or it turns into an all out brawl as the rest of the loyal worshipers turn their sights on him. She would be all game for that should it actually happen. The outcome of such would either leave him as a pile of ash or a pile of crumbled bones, either would be a satisfying outcome at least in her opinion. The next to catch her attention is a lone mare or pony considering her small size that comes tearing up to the God begging for him to not allow any bloodshed. Really that's what you are going to complain about? If there was blood, there was blood big deal. Accept the fact and move on to a bigger problem this world was not perfect and it sure wasn't a hippie congregation to protest peaceful interactions. That would just take the fun out of everything, boring. 
 

“Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.”

Яikyn

A familiar voice draws my eyes from where they’d been watching the God, and those who gather to worship him.

What happened to you?

I don’t know, my first unspoken answer; instead, my lips curve down, my crown turning away from the Divine Light to look at my herd brother. The touch of the bear’s insidious blood still lingers on his features, which my aureate eyes cross swiftly, nostrils vainly dragging the air for the familiar smell of snow and stone, of kinship.

I am glad my wise friend stands so far away. He cannot see how much of the slime is lacquered to my features.

A cough, wet and horrid, breaks from my lungs.

"Something from the Labyrinth," I explain to the best of my knowledge, though I don’t even know that for sure – it does seem, however, that I hadn’t been ill at all until we’d fought the wolves.

I wonder if Aithniel and my father are okay, the concern a brief darkness which flashes in my gaze before I grunt and look back to the God; though my eyes turn away from Erebos, I still share with him what little I know, curious as well in what is to become of this meeting with a divine I had never seen.

"I think I cured a colt of another disease," I mention without having seen the same boy, not far away, and a thought strikes me – Erebos does not know I have magic yet! – I look back to him, excitement lighting my gaze as I barely sputter out my next words before another cough steals my breath, "with my magic. It might have been a coincidence."

But I don’t believe in them.

The words of the Sun God lure me away from my childhood companion – something of there being no disease, and no corruption to follow him in his return. My eyebrows rise.

Why had the others been unable to do so? Erebos had mentioned that the Moon had been banished, but the Lord Time was in his full power.

And yet, the thoughts are stolen as I watch him, looking to each who approach him, offering words and recognition, sometimes promises. He is gentle, even when annoyed, and it is in such harsh contrast to the rough demeanor of my native Spark that I find myself wondering what sort of divine the Sun is.

My mother tells tales of his razing Helovia with fire.

I find it hard to believe, if this is the same man.

And then he walks towards Aithniel, ignoring the rest who press to him in such contrast to the care he had offered before.

He shields her beneath his wing, in a bird’s embrace.

Even my dense head wonders why he cares so much for an orphan girl, and my heart tightens in envy that she is so loved by a God (my not so long ago earned praise from the Spark forgotten in my annoyed bewilderment).

More hacking erupts from my lungs, my eyes running across her boil ridden figure, her eyes weeping the same blackness; the worry for her paired with my confusion at the entire situation is too much for my aching head.

"What do you make of that?" I quietly wheeze to Erebos.

Because I certainly don’t know what to.





[ Mentions: Sun God, Erebos, and Aithniel; Volterra is spoken of but not noticed. :3

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