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the Rift

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Helovian Ancient

Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless

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#72

10-16-2015, 05:26 PM

The GOD of the EARTH

sand and stone, love and bone

There is hesitancy to their gestures as they cross the bridge he has made for them. Even the prospect of freedom was not enough to make them trust him - a god just as the ones that had enslaved them initially. It's a sad sight but he welcomes them with calm aura and open smile, as he does the Helovians who trickle in with grim faces and shifting eyes. Smile begins to drop. His siblings had been working simultaneously along the coast, their goals similar. What had happened? His flock held the sign of foreign ailments, and the God's frown drew deeper. What had gone wrong?

His eyes find those who give him praise, meeting their gazes and smiling, head tipping to acknowledge their faith. Ktulu among them is familiar, and a slight softening of regret - or perhaps sympathy - came upon his features. "Ktulu," he spoke softly in turn as his title fell from her mouth. There was nothing more he could say to her, not yet. Isopia draws him away, alighting upon his withers with soft pricks of her form’s claws, and he turns to her with a paternal smile. "My child," he greets warmly. She, at least, seemed to be well. Perhaps his blood had helped protect her in ways he had not foreseen.

Instead she reported the evidence of the prior battles, and his brow drew close. "Battles? And what of this sickness?" He trusted she'd be an impartial communicator, as was her nature, and as a child meant to hold the balance of Helovia it was partially her duty to be informed and aware. It disturbed him that every land his siblings had taken had ended up a battleground rather than a safe haven. A bloodbath the Helovians had clearly been sucked into. Had the battles been with the Gods of the Rift? He'd not expected his brother of the Sun, at least, to have engaged in such brutality. Vain and temperamental he could be, they were the calmer balance to the other two. His own wariness crept upon him, doubting suddenly the contract and agreement of the God he had dealt with. Had he underestimated the sickness of the deity, the cunning? It was something that he would have to think upon, lingering in this land for longer than intended, ensuring he did not make the same mistake.

The Rift children follow through with varying states of emotion upon them, and he turns his mighty head towards the lashing words of Aquila. Following her tone another speaks, softer but just as wary of this new land he has taken them to. Or, was from the correct phrase? “There is no price. The Gods of Helovia are not as cruel as your former deities.” Then, to Dacianna, “A new realm, if you will. The sickness does not reach here, nor do your gods.” At least, the Earth God hoped so. The news of his sibling’s battles was…beyond disconcerting. He hoped not to be found wrong in his words, though oath it was not. Tembovu, at least, greeted the Riftians as welcomingly as the God had hoped, and he spared the mighty steed a smile for it. They would be Riftians no longer, if they chose to pursue the freedom he’d offered them. Eyes flit across Dragomir and Ranjiri as they greet him, dipping his head to acknowledge their respect in then.

Archibald speaks to supplement Isopia’s message. The deity frowns, face like crumbling rock as his fears are confirmed. Gods, then. Or, at least they were, their deaths implied through his daughter’s words. “That is troubling news indeed,” he rumbled. Vocals were grave, for peaceful though he was, he would not hesitate to fight and kill to protect those who placed so much faith in him. Perhaps he could break the fated chain his siblings had been lashed with.

But it would do him well to remember that the Helovians, too, had felt the brunt of those wars. Mauja’s words were caustic and weary, and Earth turned his head to face the spotted stallion with a cool but understanding look. “I would hope no one, but I cannot control the actions of another god or the sway and tide of battle if it falls upon us.” Did they really think he could look out for each of them individually? That he controlled which lives were spirited away in the chaos? Or were they simply looking for a target, someone to lash out against, to blame for the loved ones they had lost? That, at least, was a familiar song, he thought to himself, eyes catching on all the ones who had cursed his sister’s name (or even his own) when she had gone on her murdering spree. Quite like Cera, whom he noted with a gentle "There is nothing to forgive."

The children of the Gods all gather round, Mesec beneath a glowering Ampere whom he gracefully ignores rather than inciting her simmering anger, Aithniel who stands alone, Isopia upon his shoulder. Roskuld he does not see, but he relishes in the fact that they are doing their duty, fulfilling their destinies and protecting the citizens of Helovia. It is a time of celebration, and Abraham leads the chorus of praise, earning his attention and an appreciative smile. A gift he hoped it would be, at least.

Ah, speaking of gifts…

“Isopia,” he called softly, turning great head to glance back at her, if she so remained upon his withers. “Your half-siblings have preceded you, but I have not forgotten you my child. I am proud of you, for doing your duty and ensuring the balance of Helovia remains through these battles.” She was not the type to feel the love he had for her, but it was present nonetheless, thick in his words as pride bloomed like blossoming flowers in his chest. Perhaps the companion would remind her of those virtues, allow her affection to close the distance at which she kept herself from all others.

Wing cupped forward, an orb gently rolling down his feathers to the primaries where he held it gently. “This is for you.” From the ground a small pedestal of vines and leaves arose to clasp the egg in its embrace, Isopia’s raven form incapable of holding the egg’s commendable size. It was a soft green, errant patterns of foliage upon the shell that were lined in spidery veins of gold and bronze. She would care for it, and perhaps it would ease the loneliness in her heart and give her a companion that would always understand her oddities.