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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
10-07-2015, 12:06 AM (This post was last modified: 10-07-2015, 12:07 AM by Aeolus.)
Word of the battle had not taken long to spread throughout the lands drawing the attention of many warriors and tourists. The land that had appeared out of thin air, now if that wasn't strange he really didn't know what else was. It had taken days of begging mother for her to finally agree to letting him come out here now that the battle was behind them. She worried too much, he would be careful... when he remembered to be. New discoveries were exciting so she couldn't really blame him for forgetting to use his thinking cap on some occasions before blindly running into things. When would mother ever let him just have some fun without worrying about him all the time? He really needed to figure out where to find a new brother or sister so that mother could worry about them instead and give him a little slack.
Wandering through the strange landscape the colt couldn't help but be amazed at all the strange plants and the odd giant scales that seemed to be everywhere. Rumors had said that the battle had been against something called a crocodile maybe these scales were front it. He had never seen such a creature before so all he had to go on was the many descriptions that seemed to change from one person to the next. Maybe there would be another crocodile around for him to see for himself he mused keeping his eyes peeled for anything resembling the creature he had heard about. Wading through the shallow waters the brindle colt gazed down expecting to see lots of those silver fish like he did in the ocean, only to be disappointed when nothing but sand greeted him. Why was there no life in this place? Had the crocodile eaten all the inhabitants or something?
Pawing the ground when objects seemed to appear in the sand the boy found nothing but a couple boring rocks and scales. Fanning himself with his wings to cool off a little before continuing the colt tried to think of something fun he could do by himself to make things more interesting. Hide N Seek...no that needed more than one person. Finding none that he could play by himself he gave up deciding instead to go looking for one of the gods. Surely with the battle here someone had to be around somewhere and it would only make sense for it to be one of the Gods. Someday he wanted to meet them all and find out for himself what was going on around Helovia instead of always being the last to hear about things. Perhaps today was his lucky day...
10-08-2015, 06:19 PM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2015, 06:21 PM by Erthë.)
E r t h ë
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
The heat was intense. Everywhere the air shimmered and swayed, weaving mirages and creating a sensation of being out at sea. Splashing water left her thin feathers stiff and bristly with salt. Thirst burned in her throat; the white filly had forgotten how long she had stood there, staring at the dark spot where the illusion of never-ending sky shattered. Sweat trickled down her neck and barrel in thin rivulets, like ice melting under harsh sunlight.
She scratched absently at a chafe under the wing where the heavy bow rubbed her skin raw, and then continued to stare. Blinking made her eyes sting and burn too, but Erthë welcomed the pain. It was better than the numb state of disbelief she had been in for the past days, where all she could do was follow orders. Eat, sleep, go here, do this. Nothing mattered, because her mother was dead.
There, alone, out on the wide stretched salt-panes.
An impulse had made her take on the long journey south from the Basin, where her father now must be making the last arrangements to leave. They were moving, apparently, though she couldn't recall where or why. It didn't matter. As long as she could be with her father it was alright; he was everything she had now, all that was left.
This god-forsaken land had taken it from her, and she didn't even have the courage to walk up to her mother's corpse and look at her one last time.
Something, a flash of movement, made her turn her head in another direction. Someone was walking out there, in the shimmering haze. Squinting she tried to see who it was, but the light was too sharp; it gave her a blistering headache and rubbed the sensitive skin raw, making her nose flake and blister. Erthë thought she must look like one of the scaly lizards that sometimes darted about outside the Heart Caves.
Ah. But that didn't matter either.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
Growing bored of finding only rock after rock the colt decided that it was time to find something else to do rather than jumping in the water and walking in this seemingly endless landscape. Looking around and squinting against the sun everything looked exactly the same. Doing a pirouette as he scanned around he still only managed to come to the exact same conclusion, he was lost. Had he been walking in circles this entire time? Looking down to his feet he felt a little discouraged that there was no footprints to show him the way he had come as the sand seemed to swallow them leaving not ever an outline. Well this was a little problematic. Snorting to clear the dust from his nares he started to wish that there was some freshwater around here. All this salt was beginning to dry him out like a prune and making him quite thirsty. Smacking his lips together trying to ease the dryness he sighed before moving onwards, there had to be a way out of here.
Illusions seemed to form across the plains at times getting his hopes up only to disappear when he tried to get closer. This was a very strange place and he had quite honestly had enough of it for one day. Stopping to gaze around one more time his blue eyes doubled back when a figure seemed to appear out of the horizon. Blinking and studying it from every angle he contemplated trying to get closer to it. If it was an illusion then he would have only wasted his time going to investigate but the temptation was to great for the brindled lad. Giving in he picked up a lofty trot hoping that this turned out to be more than a illusion. Closing the distance in no time at all the colt slowed as the white beast began to come into focus. Damn this sun, it made it so hard to see. Raising his head the boy called out to the figure wondering if he was just seeing things due to the heat. Turns out that he had been correct about it being more than an illusion, it was in fact another filly. Pricking his ears forward he studied the girl before stopping a few feet away to give her space. "Hi, by chance do you.. know which way is out? He inquired shyly dipping his head a little. Other colts and adults were easy to talk to but fillies, well you might as well cut out his tongue. It was a strange feeling he got deep in his belly that he just could not explain but it seemed to shut down his ability to have a somewhat intelligible conversation. "Oh.. my name is.. is Aeolus." He said stuttering as his brain flashed in and out of the conversation.
Aeolus Speaks Aeolus Thinks
•• TAGS:@Erthë •• NOTES: No worries, he is having his own issues haha ••
“The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.”
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
The figure came closer. It was distracting enough that her intense focus on the shimmering black dot on the horizon faded slightly. As a result, she only became more aware of her physical ailments. Bruises, aches, sores, the same accursed black pus that kept rattling in her lungs and clogging the airways. Shifting her weight the girl made sure not to place any burdens on the right leg; it had been weak and unresponsive ever since the Crocodile god had thrown her to the ground. It didn't hurt much anymore, but the joint just above the cloves was oddly weak, as though it didn't resist bending anymore. The resulting limp was not only irritating, it hindered her movements too; somehow she hoped it would mend on its own in time, but so far that didn't seem to be the case.
Watching the flickering, shimmering figure approach from the corner of her eye, the girl adjusted the bow beneath her wing. Not even she could say why she insisted on carrying it around. It was a vile thing, made from the bones of the thing that killed her mother. The God that had created it had thrown it at Shadow's feet without sparing a second glance at the injured, dying mare, even though it was his mistakes that caused the whole incident. It was not a show of affection towards that flaming lord that made her carry this gift.
No, it probably didn't even have any deeper meaning. Mother had said to take it, so Erthë took it, and she would not let go of it. Without having a use for it or even knowing how to make it work she lugged it around, tucked beneath a wing, waiting for... something. A reason to try it out, maybe, or a chance to get rid of it without feeling any guilt.
Ah, it was hot. Her mouth felt dry, the longing for water and shelter was growing harder to resist. But her mother lay out there too, alone beneath the burning sun. If she couldn't endure this, how could she ever call herself the daughter of Shadow again?
The figure had come close enough to make out now. It was a horse, a brindled colt with wings the color of the sun, and he looked thoroughly lost. She tried to ignore him, but he made it very hard to do by suddenly speaking. Questions... why was it that she couldn't help but answer them, once they were posed?
"I do."
She eyed him for a moment, then went back to staring at the spot on the horizon. The black figure had been joined by other, smaller shapes now. They skipped and flapped around the bigger silhouette, and with a jolt of fear and revulsion Erthë realized what they might be. Vultures.
"No!" she hissed, pain and grief turning in a flash into blazing, white-hot rage.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
10-10-2015, 10:07 PM (This post was last modified: 10-10-2015, 10:07 PM by Aeolus.)
It had been awhile since the boy had played on the beach for if he had he would have remembered that sand made him itchy when it got everywhere. It must have been earlier when he had laid down in one of the shallow pools to cool himself off..the sand had worked its way into his coat and feathers and mane and tail. It felt like ants had somehow crawled up overtop of you and now were biting at his exposed skin. There was even sand in places that there should never be sand in. Shaking his body a plume of dust appeared all around him for a brief second before the wind carried it away to drop it back where it belonged. While it had proved worthwhile at the time that fun in the water had now become his biggest regret of the day. As he approached the white girl the first strange thing he noticed was how she barely even seemed to pay attention to him. Was he not interesting enough? Or did she just really not want to talk to him? Shrugging he tried not to think about it as he waited for some kind of acknowledgement as to if she had heard him or not.
Feeling a little awkward the colt was half contemplating poking her shoulder with something to make sure she was actually alive and not just some creepy zombie. Mother had told him stories about zombies but he couldn't figure out if they were real or not, well guess he could find out. Now the only problem was that there were no sticks around anywhere, or any trees, or plants.. now what was he going to use? As his scan of the area turned up nothing he let the idea slide away to be tested at a later date. Sighing softly the boy turned his head back to the filly to find her actually looking at him! Well guess she wasn't no zombie after all, either that or she was contemplating trying to eat him. If she tried to bite him he would know not to stick around for long to find out, did zombies even eat people? In less time than it took her to look over at him she turned her head back to staring off into space.
His ears perked immediately when a feminine tone finally spoke only to say only two words. Well... was she going to tell him how to get out of here or not? Why were girls so confusing and scary at times? The next word made him jump thinking he had done something wrong as the placid tone turned to one of rage. "What? I didn't....?" Stopping his sentence he looked over to see that the filly was still staring at something, but what? Perhaps it was one of those illusions, he had seen plenty of them over the last few hours. Moving over a little closer to the girl, making sure not to touch her, he lifted his head to stare in the relative direction she was. At first he did not see anything but as his eyes adjusted to the glare of the land a shadowy thing kinda appeared quite a ways away. Dark blobs seemed to be flying around it piquing his interest as to what it could be. "What is it? He asked with great care not wanting her to try and eat him. Something had made her angry but if it wasn't him... what was it?
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
"Not you" she hissed rather impatiently, "them. Vultures. But they can't, not there, not to her!"
Erthë made to move forwards and chase the stinking birds away, but froze in the midst of a step as fear clasped around her heart, cold and sharp like a dagger pierced into her heart.
"It's my.... my mother." The reply came slow and lingering like an afterthought, but the pain in her voice was fresh, raw and tender.
What would she see if she went over there? How long had the birds been there before she arrived? How many days and nights had passed since the Blackbird fell, since the battle ended and she had to leave and walk the long road home on her own? Would she even be able to recognize the face of her mother in the dead body, or would she see... something else?
Oh, it was a painful thought. It was painful to do nothing too though, and the thought of those scavengers pecking at her mother was unbearable. With mounting despair she stared through the haze at the horrible scene, tears rising into the eyes until the world became a blur of light and color. When she couldn't stand it anymore the girl tore her gaze away and stared at the boy, expression a silent scream and her voice hoarse with sadness and pain and cold, fierce anger.
"What should I do? I don't want them to peck her, but I c-can't go there."
It was too far for voices to carry, and no rocks lay strewn on the ground to throw. While the simplest answer would be to rush at the birds Erthë couldn't bring herself to do it... and what ways were left to choose then? She didn't know, couldn't decide, her brain felt dead and numb.
Even her thoughts had frozen, halted by this seemingly insurmountable problem.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
This had to be one of the strangest girls he had met so far and by far the most confusing. One minute she was telling him to go away and now she was saying it wasn't him? What in the world did she mean? Even Areli was... ok she was confusing too, hell all girls were crazy and confusing. At least this one had not barreled into him sending them both over a cliff to their certain doom, well not yet. Glancing around he had to make sure that there was no random cliff's that he had not noticed yet. Spying none he sighed softly grateful for the flatness of this new place. While the sand and illusions were a pain in his butt, quite literally in fact, it wasn't all too bad well except for the lack of people around and ohhh the lack of exit signs.
"It's my mother." Say what now? Staring ahead once again the colt was shocked by the answer and didn't have the faintest idea on what to say. He was sorry? No cause then that would sound like he did something to bring those vulture things here to the girl's mother. When she had first mentioned her mother he had thought for a minute that she literally meant her alive mother coming to get them, but since he was smarter now he had learned that she was dead. The colt couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose your mother for it was just too sad to think about. He had lost his father but it didn't feel real sad or nothing like that. If mother ever died he would not know what to do or where to go, or if he could even manage to leave her side. No, she couldn't be left alone not when Levex had left them. Blinking back the moisture that built in his eyes at the thought he listened as the white girl spoke again.
With the words spoken this time they at least contained an answer to the problem he did not know how to solve. He felt bad to see how sad she was and he wanted to help do something. If she couldn't go chase the vultures away, he would do it! What was a vulture? Drawing up blank he figured that he would find out when he got there to chase em away. "Stay here then. I will chase em off." He commented his mind set on what he needed to somehow accomplish not knowing what he would find out there. Would her mother be a zombie and that was why the vulture things were after her? A zombie could be neat! Leaping forward with a spray of dust and water the colt raced across the plains still not knowing what the hell a vulture was. If it pecked things surely it was some type of bird, so they should be easy to chase. Reassuring himself as he ran, while occasionally getting bogged down in a deeper water pool he set his sights on one of the black things up ahead.
The closer he got the bigger the bird seemed to get totally weirding the boy out cause birds were supposed to be small and easy to chase. A couple of feet from it his courage faded as he threw his wings open and sliding to a stop. What in the hell was that thing? It ain't no bird... it looked like a rat that turned into some type of chicken and got run over many times before being chewed up by something and spat out! It was one of the most hideous things he had ever seen in his life! Snorting he watched the creature bobbing around in the sand only seeming slightly spooked by his arrival. They were supposed to fly away not just stand there! Stamping his front hoof he watched it hobble away only to be joined by another couple. Dismayed he jumped forward stomping both front hooves just in front of the ugly dudes. This time some of them took flight but stayed hovering in the air above him and, oh god! The girl's mother! Jumping sideways to avoid coming close to the carcass he forces his eyes to not wander towards it, just chase the vultures, just the vultures. Seeing another one of the buzzards land he once again jumped forward flaring his wings to land nearby. A flash of what looked to be fire shot by him crashing into the dirt a few meters away sending more birds air bound as the darkened patch of earth started sizzling. Hey, that was pretty cool... Grinning devilishly he set his eyes on another pair.
Aeolus Speaks Aeolus Thinks
•• TAGS:@Erthë •• NOTES: Haha some fun with the birds XD He is using his fire x spark magic to shoot bolts of fire lightning at them ^^••
“The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.”
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
If ever her irate expressions had been due to the presence of the boy, they eased into heartfelt gratitude at his ready offer to help. The relief was as evident on her pale face as the frosty sigh of relief that fogged in the hot air, and for the first time since her mother's passing, the little filly smiled.
"Thank you!" she breathed as the boy rushed past her, his gait colored with purpose and excitement; she could forgive him that. Actually, she was ready to forgive him just about anything as long as he chased away those foul birds from her mother's remains. Logic told her it was a pointless thing to do; once they left the scavengers would simply return and continue their meal. However, logic wasn't what ruled her heart these days. Guilt, grief, love and passion, a young heart that beat fiercely for what was right; that was who she was, what she had turned into after everything that had happened.
Her heart felt torn as she watched the stranger run in her place. Relief, oh yes, and gratitude; but wasn't there some envy too? He was able to do it so easily. Even though there was some initial hesitation where he almost stopped, the colt was soon busy stomping and flapping the wings, battling the sluggish vultures with a bravery she hadn't expected. Why couldn't she be as strong, as cool, even though it was her mother and her problem?
Erthë forced herself to take a step forward, and another. It wouldn't do to let him do it all on his own, would it? Those were big birds, and though he did his best they hardly moved at all. At one point a few of them took to the sky, and she whooped gleefully, pirouetting on the spot in celebration. He had magic, and it worked! The flaring fires left her in a deep sense of awe and admiration, mingled of course with intense jealousy - if she'd had magic, maybe she would have been braver too!
Then she noticed more birds arrive, more and more until finally the flock in the air was as big as the one on the ground. A deep sense of unease gripped her then; they were huge, their wingspans easily exceeding her own. One or two might not be much to worry about, but twenty or thirty at once?
"Hey, watch out! Above, look above!" she called, sidestepping anxiously with ruffled feathers. Would he notice them, would he come back? Oh, she hoped he wouldn't get hurt, it would be awful if he did - it would be completely her fault, for being so weak.
Wasn't it enough that one life had been wasted due to her folly - please, lady of wind and moon, protect him!
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
10-17-2015, 09:27 PM (This post was last modified: 10-17-2015, 09:27 PM by Aeolus.)
Highly amused by the activities of chasing the vultures and sending their feathers flying the colt leapt and snapped at the birds who really did not not like him by this point. The more that landed the quicker he seemed to be able to chase them off until only a few lone scavengers were left. Pausing to catch his breath he stood with his head lowered and eyes focused on the bird. Sides heaved with the exertion but the boy refused to give up when there was still others left, he just needed a quick rest. Around him multiple black scorch marks decorated the dirt from where his bolts had hit the ground. This was the first time the colt had managed to use his magic when he wanted to, before it always seemed to happen by itself always scaring the shit outta him. "GO! GET OUT OF HERE!" He screamed to the vultures who really paid little to no attention to the hybrid boy. How was he supposed to get rid of them when they would never fly farther than a couple feet?
Warily glancing over to where the corpse was lying he was at least thankful that none of them rats had gotten back to the filly's mother. Snorting with frustration the boy pulled his wings back to his sides just too see what the buzzards would do. Pawing the ground he dared them to come back down here just so he could kick their butts once more. When they stayed airborne a satisfied smirk broke out across his face as he raised his head to look up to the few circling. Looking up his jaw dropped as they had seemed to triple in number and size. Maybe the size was just perspective as he was looking up to their enormous wingspan that could easily be the length of his body. How did they manage to recreate themselves so suddenly? This had to be some for of magic cause he had not noticed this many when he had come over here. There wasn't any way he could hold off all of them at once! As the birds continued to circle around the sun seemed to get blocked by the large birds casting a shadow overtop of him. Uh Oh... somehow this didn't seem good. Backing up a couple steps he fought his inner chicken that was telling him to give up and run away.
Flicking an ear back as a voice seemed to call out he turned his head to see the white filly. Confused as to why she had come out here when she had said she couldn't do it he opened his mouth to speak but the screeching of the vultures made his head whip back to them. "There..there are too many of them." He said stumbling over his words still in disbelief as to how many there actually was. Planting his feet he felt the prickling of fear along his spine as he glared at the ugly buzzards not sure what to do. "They won't hurt us...will they? I mean we.. we aren't.." Stopping himself before he said the d word he cast a hesitant glance back to the filly. Hopefully she had some knowledge about these things that he didn't that might help. Focusing one more electrified fire bolt up into the flying group as one last ditch effort he gasped as it made contact with one of the larger vultures sending it to the ground. Oh no, what did he do? No he hadn't meant to.. no he couldn't have... Feeling dread and guilt settled over him like a blanket he couldn't tear his wide eyes away from the bird.
A few minutes seemed to pass by without the bird moving bringing moisture to his eyes at the horror of what he had done. No, please no. On shaking legs he inched his way forward until he stood over the bird. Reaching out with his muzzle he pushed against its body praying that somehow the bird was still alive. He didn't want to be a killer, he was just trying to get them to go away, he hadn't meant to do this. No sooner had he touched the bird before it suddenly jumped up from the dead with wings flailing wildly. "Ahhh! Zombie!!" He cried in surprise ripping his head back or at least attempting to. It was then that he felt something sharp hit against the side of his face. Stumbling backwards over his feet the next thing he knew he was sitting on the ground watching as the bird took flight. What the hell? He had been dead!
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
She hadn't gone all the way up to the boy and the crumpled, decaying form of her mother. The feeble, hesitant steps had only brought her a few meters before she stopped again, sweating profusely despite the waves of cold dread that broke across her skin. Erthë wanted nothing more than to get over there and chase the birds herself, but she just... couldn't. It was her mother lying there, only the mare that had birthed her, nursed her, taught her everything she knew - and yet it wasn't, because Shadow was gone, and Erthë didn't want to see what happened to a body when the soul had left it. Not this body, not now.
So she hovered there in the shimmering heat, watching the circling vultures with bated breath.
"I don't know! Be careful!" she called back, but there was worry in her voice and the tail had curled into a stiff coil around a leg, a sorry attempt to contain her internal tension.
Truth be told, she hadn't the slightest idea whether those foul birds would bother going after them or not. During the travels with Shadow they had seen them circle at times, and the black mare had told her what they were doing; riding the thermal winds while looking for something to eat, pecking the dead and dying in order to sate their hunger. But did they hunt live prey? And would two young horses, healthy and vigorous, be tempting when there was an already dead carcass nearby?
At the very least, the flock of scavengers seemed annoyed by the interference. The kettle of vultures came closer and closer to the ground, a veritable cloud of stinking, flapping and squawking birds with sharp claws and lethal looking beaks. A small group of individuals descended towards the sun-winged colt, while another headed straight for herself.
With a thrill of fright the girl ducked as one giant bird swooped over her head, so close that the draft of the wings whistled in her ears. With a startled shriek Erthë spread her own pearly wings and flapped violently, not even noticing that things kept hidden amidst the feathers fell clattering to the ground.
Not until her eyes fell upon the ivory bow. It had not fallen at all - it was hovering, bobbing up and down level with her head, its carved limbs gleaming encouragingly in the sunlight.
Was it... telling her to use it? But she didn't know how, had nothing to shoot away, and how was she to figure all that out when a bloody bird kept diving after her ears?
It was pure accident that made her touch the string of the bow; a last minute dive forward pushed her up against the magical weapon, she brushed across the string and noticed a bright, cold light flare up for a fraction of a second.
Aaah. So simple. Understanding flooded through her mind and without a second thought the filly reached for the bow, caught the string between her teeth and pulled, as hard as she could. Again the light flared up by the arrow rest, manifesting into an arrow of light, so pure and bright that her nose prickled from the chill it emitted. Not entirely sure how she knew what to do Erthë took aim at one of her attackers and let go, the twang of the string accompanying her thrumming heart as the light shot straight from the bow, towards the bird and...
Missed.
But it startled the avians enough to break away and scatter, angry squawks filling the air as they flapped and strained to gain more height.
Breathing quickly now, a newfound strength filling her to the brim with courage, Erthë shot a quick glance towards the young stallion to see how he fared.
Please, oh Lady of all Winds, keep him safe! I don't want any more people get hurt for my sake.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
Still fumbling around with his zombie bird the brindled colt found his legs again only to get the hell away from the damn buzzard. The thing had been dead!!! It had touched him!!! OMG IT WAS GOING TO TURN HIM INTO A ZOMBIE!!!! He was too young to die and be a zombie, he wanted to live! Wait a minute... did zombies even die? Kicking his hind legs towards the bird again he hoped to deter it from trying to follow him and finish him off. Hooves carried him a few meters from the zombie bird before he slid to a stop once more. How did someone even turn into a zombie? Looking down at his body he didn't see anything much different than he was before... maybe the fucker hadn't gotten him afterall! Bouncing on his feet in sudden joyous relief he spun around to glare at his said zombie and the rest of its ugly minions. "You will never take me!!!" He yelled at it rather smugly arching his tail over his back.
Charging back towards the birds he couldn't help but whoop in joy as the birds turned and scattered at the very sight of him, or at least he thought it was him. The next moment a flash of bright light came streaking towards the largest pile of the buzzards sending them all sky bound. Turning his head to the filly he couldn't help but stare at her in amazement. How did she manage to do that?!? She had never told him that she had magic! Well to be fair she hadn't really told him much of anything including her name.
Eyes falling to the strange floating bow he wondered where on earth she had gotten something so cool. How did it fly? How did it work? Managing to tear his eyes away from his newest fascinating object he looked to where the birds had all been moments before seeing most of them flying away. "You did it! He called with a genuine smile that lit up his face as he turned back to the white filly bounding over to her. His heart was still racing from the zombie attack but so far he was no zombie so that was a very good thing. Sure he had a small little cut on his cheek where that damn bird had tried to turn him to the dark side but he had prevailed and beaten that dumb buzzard.
Aeolus Speaks Aeolus Thinks
•• TAGS:@Erthë •• NOTES: Sorry for the wait. Also thing aeo enjoyed this a little too much haha ••
“The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.”
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
The brightness of the arrow remained emblazoned on her retina even after the cold magic had already dissolved. With the memory of light fading from her eyes Erthë made her way towards Aeolus, his triumph reflected by the grin on her lips. Yet it was not only the arousing flavor of victory that drove her to meet him; even when distances had been bridged she kept limping towards him, until her frigid chest could crash against his and winter white wings were able to close around his neck in an embrace that was at once shy and almost violent in its intensity.
"Thank the Moon you're alright" she breathed, voice quivering as tension and worry bled away from the wispy frame. "You are, aren't you?" Suddenly suspicious she withdrew slightly so she could look him over, the one seeing eye raking across his body in search of injuries. The cut on his cheek made her wince sympathetically, but when it became clear that it was the only mark to mar his visage the little girl relaxed again.
"I was worried, I thought you would get pecked for sure" she said and glanced up at the circling birds overhead, careful to avoid registering what was left of the dark figure on the ground. "Thank you for helping me. Though... I don't know if there was any point in the whole thing..."
Because even as she spoke, even as some vultures flew off in search of easier meals, the majority was already lowering themselves down through the air again. With a lump in her throat the pale hybrid followed their descent, sorrow lining her childish features as she abruptly turned her back on the birds, the carcass, the whole mess of a situation.
"Come on" she mumbled, "let's go somewhere else. I need some shade..."
Tucking the enchanted bow beneath a small wing she made to lead the way off, unable to stand the sound of the corpse cleaners anymore.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
@Aeolus - so so sorry for the wait. I'll leave it to you if you want to respond or not, either way I think we can probably wrap this up soon, or what do you say.
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