The GOD of the SUN Burn the whole world down
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SWP :: You thought it was over? So did I. (CONCLUSION)
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10-07-2015, 07:52 PM
10-07-2015, 08:45 PM
GAUCHO And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good The Wildfire descended when his God did. Although he did not place himself as close to Aithniel as the God did, the dun did decide to land on her side, rather than the God's. Both were family to him, in a sense, but perhaps the fire child, a member of his flock, was somehow closer - regardless of how many gifts her father had bestowed upon him.
"Hail Sun God." Gaucho's dark voice rang out, full of pride and exhaustion. But it sounded pure, and whole, for perhaps the first time in a while. Perhaps that was really all that had been nagging Gaucho as of late - a good fight. Perhaps it wasn't even about Ampere at all ( The God surveyed the damage and how the God had bled away the carnage. His own fiery wings burned brightly as he tucked them neatly to his side, surveying those of his flock who had been apart of the battle. "Dragon's Throat - to me if need healing." Stoicly, he waited to see if any would take him up on his offer. Likely the wouldn't even think to go to Gaucho for assistance with wounds. He gave them, but he didn't fix them. At least, not in the past. But now, with the warmth and light from the sun filling his veins, he could. And he would, should they need it of him. Mentions Ampere and Aithiniel. OFFERS TO HEAL ANYONE IN THE DT. Table style by Tamme! Image Credits Please tag me in every post! Magic/Force is allowed on Gaucho at any time.
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shadow HP: 42 Healed
10-07-2015, 09:00 PM
*deleted thread and moved as a reply here, since it makes more sense elizabeth: you're not telling us everything.
red: let me put your mind at ease; i'm never telling you everything. --blacklist force allowed plotting prior to death/maiming please line art by jennyleigh
10-07-2015, 09:03 PM
10-07-2015, 09:16 PM
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" "MAMA!" The shrill scream cut through the din of thundering hooves, of battle cries and the crackling flames as the crocodile was destroyed. She had watched it all from her place on the ground, followed with fear and bleeding pity how the monster god was slaughtered without mercy. Its blood watered the sand and chilled the air, and for the first time in many weeks the girl had felt cool and comfortable. She had looked away for a second as familiar figures milled about her; Badger, his comment enabling her to smile amidst the horror. Tiamat, whose gentle touch brought her comfort and new strength, the steady backs of so many others. Evaneska, Maren, Tembovu, Megaera, Volterra... the list of names was growing longer with each passing day, soon she wouldn't be able to remember them all. One second. It was all it took for her world to change forever. When she turned back to the black figure it was only to see how the thrashing tail of the fallen God smacked into her mother and sent her flying backwards. Bumping into Badger, who in turn knocked over someone else, the Blackbird fell to the ground with her wing beneath her, crumbled to the sound of breaking bones. Someone screamed, and it wasn't until she felt her throat tear that she realized it was her own voice. Tears rose unbidden in her eyes and rolled down the dusty, black-streaked cheeks as she scrambled up, her own pain forgotten in the need to reach the mothers side. "Momma! Moma are you okay, are you hurt, are you...!?" She crashed down beside the black-winged mare, a tiny white dove next to the broken crow. Immediately the alabaster coat absorbed the horrible blackish blood, staining her knees with crimson and ebony... But what did that matter when her mother could barely lift her head to answer? "And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
[XD don't mind Naerys, she's just being a sore loser.] IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME permission for all except death and dismemberment. ** please tag naerys in replies ** replies slow? check here for status updates.
10-08-2015, 06:37 AM
Let the heat of the sun
Reignite your memory Because if we just turn and run Let them fire the gun ❚ Force permitted, just don't kill her :3 ❚ Please tag me! ❚ Pixel by Nyte
10-08-2015, 07:52 AM
i am the vanguard of your destruction
It was annoying to feel slighted by Gods. They were timeless, astral, divine, ancient and—well, mortal he supposed as he stared at the Crocodile falling beneath the surge of a makeshift army. It died like the others had died, in geysers of blue blood and the fireworks of magic. Mauja let go of his own, staring at the failing body with a dispassionate frown. Why were they doing this? What drove them? What drove Helovia's Gods into such carelessness? And what, what, makes us put up with this? And fight for them? For ourselves, he thought, a streak of near-anger surging through his veins. He fought for himself, for Naerys and Maren, for Tembovu, Rexanna, the memory of Myrddin and Tolio and Psyche— His breath hitched in his throat. Somehow, he hadn't though of her for a long time. He cast a glance to the Sun God. Wasn't his entire life like that? Forgetting—about the ones he loved. The ones he had loved. Forgetting was sin. Forgetting was what made you repeat your mistakes. Forgetting was what brought you despair, and pain, and boredom—because you forgot how wonderful things were as they were, you forgot how much you loved, how much you cared, and in an effort to feel alive, you went elsewhere. In a world where your loved ones mattered the most it was stupid to care about whom the Gods offered gifts or not. In a world where he felt like he had already lost everything fancy trinkets or armor or weapons couldn't fill up the hollow in his chest. Come, Irma whispered, cold and lethal, circling on pale wings. Come. The shadow fails. Weary to his bones, Mauja followed.
10-08-2015, 10:04 AM
so hold on be strong Heart thumbed loudly in fear and knees quivered but her grey form, particles of sand clinging to her hair, remained standing. White flashed in the corners of her welling blue eyes. They snapped shut in freight as the mighty tail came towards her. Instincts told her to run but her hooves remained planted where she stood. A child was behind her. A fragile, damaged, and precious little angel. She couldn't let her get hurt more - she wouldn't let her get hurt further. In pure defiance, her heart aching to be rid of this villainous creature, she reared up. Adrenaline set her veins on fire as she threw her weight onto her back legs. The tail struck between her shoulders as she pushed upwards. While the tail was shoved away, the mare was not without injuries. Bruises were already starting to rise beneath her shoulders and her upper back. Blood trailed down her sides as scratches from the reptilian tail form. As soon as she landed, wincing in pain as she did so, she turned to look at Erthe. Thank the Gods - the True Gods - she was okay. Evaneska struggled to keep herself afoot in case another attack came. But it didn't. Instead she watched as the black winged mare - the mother of the child - fell backwards toward a black and white horse that she had not notice arrived. The series of unfortunate events to happen next would add more ghouls to haunt her mind. As the crocodile was felled so was Evaneska. She collapsed to the ground, wide eyes staring at the wounds of the mare. Erthe rushed towards her mother, her scream chilling. The dappled servant became oblivious to the things happening around her as the gruesome seen refused to release her gaze. She didn't get to see her friend blessed with magic, nor did she hear the words of the Sun God. Time froze yet also ran too fast. At last she turned away, eyes pleading to the Sun God, "Please, my lord! Save her as you did us! Please! Don't.." Her injuries were forgotten as she stood, whole body trembling. "Someone! Anyone!" She didn't know what else to do besides try to flag down strangers or even the God's attention. "Please." This was not peace.. this was not what had been promised. A young girl was losing her mother and for what?! Guilt drilled heavy into her heart. Send me back to the Rift, take my life. Reverse events so that this never happened. I do not care! Just please.. don't tear this family apart!" mentions Sun God, @Shadow, @Erthë, briefly mentions Thantos ooc Eska rears to deflect the attack but is heavily bruised on her shoulders and upper back. Scales cause shallow cuts. She then notices Shadow and, at first, she can do nothing before begging for the Sun God's help - or anyone's help.
10-08-2015, 10:23 AM
stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted. filling the darkness with order and light. You are the sentinels. silent and sure. keeping watch in the night. The maiden of the moon had successfully struck the crocodile: ivory spiraled horns had made contact with the beast. A small smile dared to flit across her face. Behind the short ribs. That was sure to hurt this tainted beast that did not belong to these lands. He was a being of damnation that did not deserve to breathe - did not deserve to be graced by her presence or that of the God's. Nose crinkled in pure disgust as she stepped away from the monstrosity. Attacks continue to rain against the demon, causing it to writhe in pain. Good. He deserved to suffer. In that moment a silver mare cloaked in electricity zipped passed her. Pain shocked her sides, already bloody and sun burnt, and caused her to near fall. Teeth gritted as she tried not to scream in pain as the electricity coursed through her veins. Every inch of her body began to feel numb. With narrowed eyes she watched the mare. At least she successfully attacked the crocodile. As the beast was finally brought down the Sun God cast a light over it. She dipped her head in appreciation as this unwanted cretin was purified from the lands. While the sun was harsh and brash she still held respect for the counterpart of her beloved moon. Though his promise of no attacks was broken his oath of peace reigned true. Her gaze sought for her herd, resting on the spotted frame of the proclaimed queen of her lands. Each movement made her want to scream but she refused to bow down. Only before the Goddess herself would she kneel. Slowly but surely the near naked woman approached Mauja's side. "May the Moon Goddess guide us home safely." she murmured in a prayer. "I am glad you are well, my brother and queen." "Talk?" mentions @Nyx, @Mauja ooc successfully attacks the crocodile and takes no damage from the beast itself.. but as she moves away she is brushed by nyx's electricity. sparks burn her already sun damaged and boil ridden skin. she grows numb and weak, but refuses to falter as she slowly makes her way to mauja @Random Event - BFB: Nuray was struck by Nyx's electricity.
10-08-2015, 11:40 AM
[[ Ophelia gives her armor to Einarr]] @Gaucho @Torleik @Einarr
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10-08-2015, 01:31 PM
Mentions @Ërthe and @Shadow CONTEST WINNER and also perhapscureorsomethingforstuff
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Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8 |
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE |
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd |
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
"Ophelia." He returned, his voice a warm and rich tone.
I have armor here to give - perhaps to a warrior without his own
Gaucho's dark ears flickered with curiosity. Such generosity ... especially when the Sun God had just given her the gift - why was she giving it away? Perhaps it was to discharge any obligation that she felt she had towards Gaucho - for his crafters had given her armour prior to the invasion of the Foothills. But surely she should know that he didn't expect repayment? Still, wisdom was a trait he ascribed to Ophelia, and so he merely nodded with deep appreciation at the gesture.
As she indicated to Einarr, Gaucho's lips pressed downwards as he contemplated it. Einarr was surely a warrior worthy of the gift, and as far as Gaucho knew, had no armour of his own. "Such a gift very thoughtful of Ophelia - Einarr -" The dun turned towards the stallion who could easily have been a distant cousin of his. "Ophelia have gift for you."
@Einarr
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World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.0 :: 5 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
Mara :: Common Rougarou :: Shadow ali |
I was determined that I was going to stick in this fight and see it out until the end. I'd already made one cripling hit by gouging out the crocodile's eye, I aimed to make another by piercing its throat with my horn. My main goal was to hit an artery and make it bleed out to kill it and I was ready to throw my weight into my attack when Archibald was suddenly in my way. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I shouted at him before I realized that he was trying to protect me. Some insolent part of myself rebelled against the idea of him protecting me because I wasn't a child anymore. Another part of me was warmed by his desire to keep me safe from harm. It felt good to be important to someone else, but right then he was in my way and was keeping me from attacking the croc.
Then Mesec appeared next to him and I clenched my teeth together, wondering if he was trying to protect me, too. I didn't need to be protected! We needed to finally kill the croc before someone got hurt really badly. So I moved around them and I threw myself at the beast, my head tilted so my horn would hopefully find its mark... and it did. I felt resistance at first, but then the tip of my horn pushed through the crocodile's hide and into its throat and I felt the same sense of pride in myself as I had when I'd gouged his eye out.
But then my face was suddenly freezing and I didn't understand why at first because blood wasn't supposed to be cold, was it?I yelped and jerked away from the crocodile and shook my head wildly from side to side in my attempt to get the blood that was freezing me off of my face. While I was distracted Archibald had taken to protecting me again and ... really if it weren't for him it would have been me that the crocodile had bitten. Honestly, I'd rather if it had been me because there was nothing I hated more than someone being hurt because of me.
What followed was like the two fights before. The fallen beast's body was divvied up to those select few that must have helped the most in the battle. I wandered over to Archibald while that happened and when I was close I reached out to touch my muzzle to his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I asked because he'd been bitten, but I hardly waited for an answer from him before I was frowning. "Don't ever do that again! It could have killed you! You can't die!"
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@Archibald
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World's Edge Captain atk: 7 | def: 9.0 | dam: 7.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 18hh :: 10 HP: 77 | Buff: SWIFT |
Mbwene :: African Elephant :: Ashen smitty |
His massive horn hits its target. A few scales give way beneath the force of his blow, but the god’s hide is too thick for it to pierce through to his heart. His eyes are on Rexanna, who he proudly watches scrape some armor from the failing god. His chest burns with furor, eyes glowing with warlust and happiness. He had thought his body would protect her from injury.
But he was wrong, as the crocodile shoves his sharp skin into her delicate face. He curses aloud, ignoring the wrenching in his knee as he sweeps over to the gilded princess. His large body comes between her and the beast— but suddenly there is stillness. And silence. And the Sun God’s powerful, booming voice.
The crocodile is gone. Tokens of valor handed around to the warriors on the field. At his feet falls the skull of the giant lizard. Dark blue eyes study the gift, then look up at the Sun. He deeply bows his head, now understanding the reason for the fervor and loyalty the battlefield had shown to the deity.
He glances towards Mauja, ensuring that his lead is not grievously injured, before reaching down to grab the skull. It sparks his skin, still pulsing with the dying power of a god. Thoughts of what enchantments this skull will have begin to swirl through his large skill— ouch. A large skull that is pounding. Aching. He had thought the ringing in his ears was from the battle. But clearly it was something more.
Through eyes that were beginning to blur in the reflection of the flats, he sees Ophelia give her armor to another. His brows raise in surprise, for that is clearly the lead of Dragon’s Throat. There is so much history here that he does not know. He returns his eyes to Mauja, bobbing his painful head once.
Eyes squinting in pain, with a trickle of blood dribbling from his ears, he follows Rexanna to the edge of the battleground— seeking a quieter place away from others to ease the ache in his head. “Are you—” he winces as his deep voice rattles around in his skull, “—alright?” His words end on a whisper.
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE |
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk |
The world was dark and quiet. Sounds came through blurred and muffed like far away, and only the thick rasp of his own breath pierced his senses. That, and pain. It all hurt. Every breath dragging out. Screams pierced the muffed sounds of his mind and the earth eyes flash awake at last. They roll for a moment, lost in the sunlight. The blinding light that was so unlike the shadows he knew. He groans against it all, sending a spiral of coughs from his lips. When the seizure of them stop he looks out. The world was blurred, shifting in wisps, and sideways? No. That’s not right. Head lifted from the salty earth, but its weight was heavy he nearly drops it back. And everything strained just to remember to live.
Blurs gain shapes. Shapes gain identities, and as he lay there upon the salt field the world began to return to him. The battle. He had come on another battle, and charged in. Then from the right, a hit, sacking his side, and then, nothing. But why- A hallow cry whispers through the wind. Haldir. The gold in the earth eyes flashes awake instantly.
Needles pierced into every surface of the black back, hot and spiked, and yet sending chills through his core. How could it be so hot and cold at the same time. Pale moon eyes were hidden, but that had not kept back the tears. God it hurt. Like nothing he had ever known the pain was so great it locked his body down. But as the pale eyes open to the world they tremble and tears threaten again because through all the shapes and creatures, he is not there. The golden was not there. And he might as well have been alone. Terribly, horrendously alone, and terrified. Because he for the first time was feeling his true mortality, and the darkness surrounding him.
Coughing in renewed struggle against the disease which held him still in its vice grip, the gold struggles through the crowds. There was celebration and smiles places but he shoves past them unthinkingly. Today was not a victory for him. His dirty coat wavers, threatened by his own movements as he struggles across the battlefield, searching. Pressing. Heart pounding in his throat to find the little black shadow.
He nearly steps upon him the creature is so small, and unlike his companion. But it is Haldir. Oh Haldir… Curled up tight, but air laced with the smell of his burnt fur. Troubled eyes shake as they look upon the wilted frame, the charred back. A whisper of a cry, questioning the horror of the sight leaves the golden’s lips. Cracking, and breaking into a fit of coughs he struggles to stifle. Black antlered head slowly looks up, his moon eyes ever blank and deep. The golden. He wanted to rise, to rush to him. To bury his head into the golden’s deep chest and never leave his side. But it was too great. Too much, and his head wavers, falling back again.
Panic slashes across the golden’s face, and his trembling body stumbles forward. Heavy head, low, inhales the thick air of burnt fur and it flinches away. The smell too evil to his nature and painful, but this was Haldir. Leafen forehead nudges the dark body then rolls against its soft neck. There was no time to analyze, no time to get angry over being forced to feel this care, this concern. There was only shared agony and pain.
The warm breath, though broken up and loud, rolls over the small stag’s skin, make it flinch and he curl tighter. But then the gentle touch, the soft, caring touch brushes against him. A warmth grows in his chest. Head snatches up to rise to the other, to press against it, and to feel the golden there, though the effort draws tears from his eyes again. For a moment the two stay like this, pressed against each other, blind to the world around them.
Then the golden retreats back, his sickness collapsing his breath and dragging it out into a fit of cough, this time blood draining out his nostrils. It had been the prior battle that had gained him the illness, and he had hoped time would mend its strange symptoms, but the blood spelled the doom, that it was only getting worse. The dark deer opens his eyes again, and though pain still trembles them, they also find a peace with the utter agony he finds himself in. The golden was here. It was all alright, and no more harm would come. For the small deer, it was all going to be alright now.
With the golden’s help, a rare gift, the deer stands. Pain pierced every nerve. Wincing the gold looks upon the wavering creature and his own body straining to watch. If there was anything, something-wait. With the slowness of his strained life the gold reaches in his satchel and pulls from it a small bundle of dried leaves, and a blue charm. He pulls a leaf from the bundle and lets the dripping blue charm moisten it. Flashes of the bay sweet thing come as he crushes the leaf mixing it into a terrible excuse for a paste. Haldir watches with empty eyes. Desperation cuts the golden short and upon returning the items to his pouch he dips his nose in. Grimacing he whispers assurances through their bond and brushes the paste upon the damaged skin. A cry screeches then cuts short as Haldir nearly falls to the earth again. But the herb does its job and the heated needles in his flesh cool. The dark stags head falls to the earth and his sides breathe easier. Not for the first time, and probably not for the last the golden blesses that sweet thing.
Anxious features watch the dark deer. Nose nudging him gently as if trying to waken him. Finally, after a moment the small head of Haldir rises in a worn smile. A long sigh falls from the gold and sends him into a fit of coughing again. But he barely noticed. Haldir moved to stand as close as he could to the golden’s salt covered coat. And both creatures found relief.
"Talk?"
OOC:: Blame Neo's music for the dramatics and dark mood. XD
kings among men
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.0 hh :: 6 (ages in Orangemoon) |
Alecto :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams ChaoticMelodies |
Persephone Pain had made me scream, fire from the battle had reached me even though I had stayed far away. Who did the fire belong to? I wouldn’t, couldn’t, believe that it belonged to the God. Certainly not him, how could he reward me for my prayers with pain and singed hair? The flames licked the base of my mane near by withers, scorching the fine pale hair that had been there. I could smell it, my hair and skin had been burned, and the screams turned to sobs. I stayed where I was, kneeling in the shallow water, unable to find any ambition to move. I didn’t bother to look back and see how much of my skin had been burned, it hardly mattered. Even a little was a travesty. There was one voice saying that he would heal others, but there was a condition that I did not understand attached to it. ‘Dragon’s Throat’ what could that possibly mean? But I didn’t understand so I didn’t move, not yet. There were thankful prayers to be issued now - my mind so completely ignoring the possibility that the great Sun God, he who had brought us into this paradise, who had fought with the others to save us, had been the one to burn me. Sobbing, I watch the crowd from where I lay in the water - some start to leave, others have fallen and there is the sound of crying. But maybe that was just my own. There would, of course, be sacrifices. Dealings with gods rarely resulted in anything else. Not that I wasn’t sad for them but I felt detached over here, unwilling and unsure of how to be a part of that violent group. Golden eyes close again and I focus on what is around me so that I will not get lost again - on the gently lap of the water, envisioning a warm light that is keeping me safe. lost in hell, my dear. It's not so dreadful here |
mentions Gaucho and Sunny vaguely but mostly just moping off on her own
just posting for ~*~closure~*~
World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 5.5 |
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 7 years HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Marembo :: Marbled Polecat :: None Skylark |
this is never going to go our way.
Breathing heavily, I felt like it grew harder to breathe. The black slime that slipped from my nose and eyes were now much more prominent. My trickling blood from my face mixing with the black in a kind of scarlet show of death. Opening up my eyes, I spot Tembovu in front of me ready to protect me from the giant reptile. Piercing light causing me to cringe a bit more, head beginning to throb. Figuring it was from the injury, my face stayed near Tembovu as the god fell. I watched the events before me like a dreamlike state. Seeing the skull of the crocodile fall before my love, ears perked to it. Watching Tembovu interact with it, I watched as it sparked his skin. Curiosity overcoming the pain and blood dripping from my pale creamy face.
Blue eyes watched him momentarily, offering a small smile. I turned from him, then, to head toward a spot more quiet hoping it helps my head ever so slightly. When I stop, I noticed that Tembovu had followed me. His voice wincing with pain as he asked if I were alright. The sound piercing my ears and causing me to squint my eyes slightly. “Y-Yes. I’m fine, Temb. A-Are you?” Stuttering slightly, I moved closer to him then, pressing my face into his chest slightly. Hoping the warmth and softness of his pelt would ease the pain of my head. I inhaled gently, looking up at him momentarily before squinting in the light again. “Do you ha- have a headache too?” I rushed my words hoping it would not be nearly as painful, but I was wrong. Lowering my head slightly into my chest forcing back a cough. Imagining having a racking cough with a pain like this seemed more like death.
"Talk?"
Mentions: @Tembovu
@Random Event for the GLL/HFH.
Permission given for moderate power play.
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her.
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