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Morenth Posts: N/A
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    MORENTH

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Morenth's sides hurt. With every single breath an unbearable sharp pain shot through his right side, causing him to wince and grimace. It felt as if someone had stabbed him in the side with their long, singular horn. Only, he knew that had not been the cause of it. He'd been in the struggle against the Rift Goddess and in the final moments before she fell Morenth and a couple others had charged in hoping to deal damage to the wretched creature when she finally fell. Only, she fell directly on top of them. Morenth had been crushed under her weight and no matter how hard he tried, he could not forget the sickening crunch before his side seared with this dreadful pain. It was probably the worst injury he received from the fight, along with some scratches, burns and bruises he was relatively okay. Especially in comparison to the white filly whose leg had been crushed (he learned of this afterwards as everyone was preparing to leave) and a few unfortunate others who actually lost their lives. Perhaps he should be thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't received worse, but even so he still wished this discomfort would leave him soon. It made it difficult to breath, especially full lungfuls. He'd found shorter breaths still stung but it wasn't nearly as bad as the longer ones, but he could not survive on shorter breaths for long without making himself light headed and eventually his own body would give in and suck in the much needed oxygen. It was a cruel cycle that he could not break. 

Most of the horses had left, some swimming, some taking to the sky and he was sure he'd seen some weird contraption some used to float along the water. Ophelia had left his side a little while ago after he'd assured her he was alright. Though it meant he was once more stranded with strangers surrounding him, though they were familiar strangers. Ones he had fought with and had shared a unique experience with. Morenth struggled to his feet, though it caused a new wave of pain to go over him at the sudden movement and he gritted his teeth stubbornly until it subsided. Returning home was going to prove to be interesting.

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open for anyone. Set a little after the SWP fight.

   

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Rift Posts: 43
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 5
Eris
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This is something
All or nothing
RIFT




Wandering from the shores of the Dragon's Throat had brought the brute here. The lanky gent could still hardly believe it, only a couple days in this fascinating new land and he had already found himself a home and a few equines that he could tentatively call friends. A small grin had been plastered to his face for the past few hours and he found that despite his best efforts, he could not remove it. 

Not that he minded.

Lashing his tail against his flanks in an effort to remove the grains of sand embedded there, the lad held his breath; last time he had attempted this, he had inhaled what felt like a lungful of the tiny granules. As the small shower of sparkling grains fell to the earth, Rift resumed his stroll only to find that he was no longer alone. Quirking his brow, the reddened stallion approached the striped stranger with little hesitation; he was close enough to the Dragon's Throat that if the newcomer displayed any sort of aggression, he could merely fly away. 

Eyes sparking with a friendly sort of curiosity, Rift nodded cheerily at the stranger before speaking, "Hello there, I'm Rift. What brings you here, stranger? Come to search for sea shells?" It was then that Rift noticed the scabbed lacerations and the darkened bruises scattered over the stallion's frame. Cocking his head, the thin lad took a step closer, concern apparent on his dished face.

"I suppose you aren't here for seashells, then. Are you quite alright? We have healers in the Throat, would you like for me to find one?"


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Morenth had barely taken a few tender steps towards the water when someone started speaking. For a moment it did not register that the other was speaking specifically to him. The words were so casual, so innocent compared with the obvious carnage that left this particular isle desolate. The black tar that had oozed from the tigresses skin had long ago hardened in long black veins on the ground. The air still smelled of smoke, of the burning hillside and dried patches of blood were scattered here and there. Some of the surrounding area had been damaged by the onslaught, trees had fallen, rocks thrown left, right and center and sometimes in the most unfortunate places were lifeless bodies. The struggle they endured had been engraved into the land around them. Morenth couldn't even think of doing something normal right then like looking at sea shells. 

Only when the other commented on his rugged appearance did it register that they were speaking to him. Slowly he raised his head and gazed behind him at the young male who addressed him. His tired eyes held the other for a moment, not giving much thought on how he must have looked to the stallion. Dirt caked his right side where he'd laid in the ground and he dared not shake it off in fear of sending more pain through his sides. His long hair was in mattes, his long white tail stained and dragged along the ground. Cuts and bruises covered him and in places there was dried blood and specks of tar that he dreaded the thought of removing later. His heels still burned, but it was insignificant in comparison to the pain he felt every time he tried to fill his lungs. No, he had no idea how he must have looked then. 

Morenth found himself shaking his head wearily, "no, I'm fine. Just tired." He gave what he thought was a convincing smile and went to take a step forward only to wince as his side burned with pain. 


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Zailah Posts: 10
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Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4
ShadowMare
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Zailah
We see the world that we want to see

She was not used to this land. Still in denial one could say. The smell of this new world burning in her nostrils was a smell not unwelcomed, she hoped that those who had rejoiced in the death of her goddess realized that to some, the tigress was a deity, someone who was worshipped and cared for. Quite frankly, Zailah wished these Helovian gods had kept their haughty attitudes out of her home, they were most definitely unwanted and unneeded. She wished she had fought for her goddess, but she was hindered by shock, her years as Queen wasting away at the sight of her deity's tar blood spilling on stones that were going to mean her death. 

As time had passed, Zailah had wondered around a bit, letting her clogged mind clear of frustration to come to the bitter understanding that there was nothing that was going to change her future now. She still despised the gods that had torn her home, her life, her family from her, but the citizens no longer bothered her. She supposed that her regal traces had taken over, and helped her realize that the inhabitants of Helovia where just protecting their home, just like she would've. After all, the tigress was no god worthy of her following, if she could not protect her people, then Zailah could not stand by her in death. Only those that were of worth gained her fellowship. 

The salty waters lapped at her glowing hooves, the sea mists cooling the warmblood. Her coral eyes caught a pair of horses not to far, ears perking as the glowing mare walked to the small gathering. Figuring that if this was to be her life now, she might as well make use of it. One was stripped, cyan  streaking his mane and his tail was too dipped in the vibrant color. The other was winged, scars noticeably covering his red skin. Zailah dipped her head at the both of them, soft regal words whispering from black lips, "I am Zailah, pleased to be of company." She arrived to hear the last of the striped words, the wince in his words bringing a single ear back, pain was an awful sort. Some weren't strong enough to handle it, and even though she was, she would never wish the mental pain that plagued so many on her worst enemies, it was simply inhumane, that sort of suffering. Looking up, glowing orbs peered into his azure windows, the color reminding her of the seafoam upon a now lost sea, lost with the breaths of her goddess, and her family. 

"Aren't we all?"


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Rift Posts: 43
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Eris
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This is something
All or nothing
RIFT



It seemed that the scarlet stallion had once again wandered off within his own mind as he picked through the sandy isles. At the pained reply of the striped stallion, Rift found himself taking in the reality of his surroundings for the first time. Ruby eyes widened in shock and fear as he realized that which he had dismissed as boulders or shrubbery were the decomposing bodies of creatures he could have potentially known. Blood stained the sands and the shallows, painting them in shades of death and decay. 

He knew not of what had happened here, what horrors had belied those that had once gathered so close to the land he now called home. 

Legs trembled as emotion threatened to sweep over him in an overwhelming tide of anxiety and hopelessness; why had no one warned him? Why had no one bothered to clear the area? A step was taken toward a relatively distant body as tears welled up within wounded red eyes. They deserved a proper burial. Did their families know of their demise? Did they even have families? 

He turned his attention toward the unnamed stallion, frantic questions perched upon his lips like so many cries for mercy. The heart within his chest was galloping, threatening to burst through the ribs that held it hostage; he had thought he was free of the wartorn lands of his past, had he stumbled across yet another hell painted as a paradise?

Alas, the panicked lad's soon-to-be inquisition was interrupted by the arrival of a fuchsia mare who quickly introduced herself as Zailah. Rift attempted to gather himself, to shove the wretched fear away and smother it, but he knew better than that; it was only lurking in the shadows of his mind. Swallowing thickly, the winged gent bobbed a quick bow to the mare and mumbled a greeting before pinning his eyes once more upon the obviously injured stallion, "I know you're lying."

His voice was soft and wavering, almost childlike in it's helpless accusation.

"What..." He swallowed and took a breath, before trying again, "What happened here?" 


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