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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.
Fight the darkness,
It lives inside your heart,
It's not your fault my dear son,
It is simply your past.
It was an uncomfortable sensation, being woken up by the sound of flesh tearing nearby. A silver eye flashed open and spied the culprit - Lucius tearing apart a rabbit on his favourite driftwood perch. Happy noises came from the eagle-shaped zephyr, two of his four wings outstretching when he almost lost his balance with a rather significant pull at the flesh he clutched in his great, moon-white talons. Mesec’s repulsion over his companion’s feeding habits had not lessened over their time together. At first it had been necessary and tricky - having to ask others if their own companions would help him hunt for the small animals that it took to keep the then-tiny bird alive. Now Lucius required no help and was becoming more successful every hunt - each one requiring less and less time. He still came back with empty talons fairly frequently, not yet fully grown as he was, but would only sulk around with an empty stomach for so long before leaving once more and only returning when he was satisfied.
If Mesec was very lucky, such as he was tonight, Lucius would bring his catch back with him with the intention of offering half of it to his bonded. It was a sign of affection - or at least Mesec was pretty sure that it was - but it still made his skin crawl. Only once had the offering still been alive, crawling pathetically across the snow, and that haunting experience had been enough to ensure that the prey was always dead before it was brought back.
It was unlike that he was going to fall back asleep now, but he didn’t mind. He often took a nap just before sunset so that he could be awake to watch the stars flicker into existence. It had become a near-daily ritual wherever he happened to be, though he preferred to be in the Dragon’s Throat for it. The almost flat landscape provided a wickedly large sky, completely surrounding the infinitesimal demigod. He could mediate at this time of day, finding it the easiest to not give in to the worries that threatened to drown him in the vicious light of the Tallsun day.
To get away from Lucius and his feast, Mesec moved along the coast - walking close enough to the water so that when the waves rolled in they curled around his hooves before retreating once more. No moon tonight to compete with the stars so there was no silver glow to give away his position - none except the natural shine from the metallic colour as it caught the last few dying rays from the sun. It hardly mattered, he rarely ran into anyone else here on the southern beaches at this time. He was left to his own thoughts - normally a torture but not now under the soft light of the evening.
12-16-2015, 11:25 PM (This post was last modified: 12-16-2015, 11:28 PM by Ampere.)
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
[Spongebob squarepants style: 5 YEARS LATER...]
Eventually she was alone again.
The demands of a herd could only be swept beneath a stone for so long, especially for it's sultan. Gaucho had done as she had asked, he had stayed with her that night, and he had held up all her broken pieces with the contours of his muscles and he had welded them beneath the warmth of his fire until they loosely fit together again, enough at least to get them home. Ampere could not continue to confiscate his strength though, her shadow like a leech upon his as she demurely crept in his wake, begging for retribution that no amount of fucking could ever give her.
Yet, she wasn't completely alone - she never would be again.
That thought, that single, terrifying thought is what continued to spin her in self-abusive circles of loathing and despair. It had only been a few days, and yet she felt as if she had worn through the soles of her lifetime and unable to stop, ripped into the fabric of someone else's, some other Ampere that was nothing like her. She would have rather died than be forced to exist as this second being, and the thought of fulfilling that wish crossed her mind on more than one occasion. Her knight had always returned to her though, burning away such dour ideas with so little as a stare.
He was not here now though, and the thought wriggled in the back of the crowded hall of her mind as she ambled down the beach. Her steps were haggard, lacking her usual sense of direction and purpose, and there was something just messy about it, about her in general, that bespoke her inner condition. Unconsciously she was drawn to the beach, and though that dark worm in her consciousness offered she fling herself to its depth and drown once and for all, her hooves seemed content to weave among the white foam that rushed and receded against the wet sand. The roar of the waves seemed to match, then finally deafen the chatter inside of her soul. If she was of the mind she would have realized nothing could keep her soul quiet now, but for the moment the creature, the slave was asleep within her wings and with that she finally found a silence akin to what was before. The weight was still there, a reminder, but like the sand she let the surf lull that into a rhythm of buoyed ease.
Gently Ampere hummed, the vibrations within her body another layer of silence across the turmoil as she walked. The sound drifted in lilting tones and various whistles as she moved, so lost at sea she didn't even notice the moon boy ahead of her; a light house pulling her to safety in the coming dark and the hidden rocks set to dash her to bits. Then again, no rocks, no lighthouse; perhaps it wasn't the guiding light it seemed.
[set just a couple days after she bonded, so not yet showing pregnancy.]
Fight the darkness,
It lives inside your heart,
It's not your fault my dear son,
It is simply your past.
Only the faintest of movements gave her away, a shadow in the evening in the corner of his eye paired with the sudden feeling that he was no longer alone where he stood on the beach. Mesec’s head turned away from the sky to look toward the approaching figure and his peaceful expression faded easily into a smile. Ampere. She did not seem to have noticed him standing as he was on the beach ahead of her, not yet anyway, and though he opened his mouth to call out to her he paused. Instead, he granted himself a moment just to watch her in the dimming light. He hadn’t seen her this calm in a long time - he couldn’t even remember when he might have. There was always some reason to move, whether they were playing and racing in the sky, or whether she was alive with the anger he had seen her sparking with too often lately.
He didn’t, couldn’t, know that it wasn’t that she was calm but that she had her own inner turmoil to wrestle with. There was a brief consideration of just leaving her alone, not interrupting her walk or her thoughts, but if he moved she’d surely notice - and if he didn’t, she’d collide with him eventually. “Good evening, Ampere.” His voice was soft, a friendly - if a little formal - greeting that he extended through the still night as he took a step toward her. He had no idea where they stood - whether Lucius still formed a rift between them. It hadn’t seemed like she was overly angry with him still when they had talked at the borders with Najya but that did not mean all had been forgiven.
Mesec may be dealing with his own cocktail of happiness and confusion at the sight of his friend but angry curses rushed through his bond with the zephyr as his present company became known. Luckily, Lucius was further down the beach and the physical distance between them made it easier for Mesec to ignore any comments - not wanting them to
He was tired of second guessing himself when they met, tired of not knowing how to greet her because his instincts were at war with his insecurities. Always the desire to move toward her, to touch her, but he only sent words into the space between them - his silver eyes watching her for a reaction, waiting to see how he would be greeted today. With anger? Friendliness? He had been flat out ignored back at the Isles but that had been understandable, she had bigger things to think about and he had not belonged in the family pocket there. There was an uncomfortable shift in his stance as he recalled the pang of jealousy he felt, but the memory reminded him of something he wanted to ask. “How’s Zero? I haven’t seen him since after the fight with the tiger.” They had never spoken about the colt but any uncertainty Mesec had about his young friend's mother had been quickly dissolved in the aftermath of the battle with the Earth God.
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
The unexpected sound of a voice, especially one calling her name, caused Ampere's head to jolt up. Her pace slacked to an uncertain halt, one foreleg curled towards her chest; the motion was so abrupt her mane and tail scattered in haphazard fashion all across her, spilling like dark waves on the shore of her nape and rump.
The scattered response lasted only a few heartbeats before was recollected herself, though she wasn't fully at ease even as she stood and thrust her gaze through the gloom of the settling night. "Mesec," she responded softly, managing even a weak, half smile, if only because it was him. She wasn't sure she wanted to see anyone though, herself included. Gaucho was the only one she was somewhat comfortable with, and that was simply because he'd burst into the situation - given the opportunity she probably wouldn't have invited him in, but then, she'd be dead.
The jarring stop had awakened the hatchling nestled in her wings, and in response it gave a complaining pip. Ampere's ears tilted back, whether to hear or out of anger wasn't immediately obvious, but they were pulled forward at Mesec's other words. His easy chatter pained her, so reminiscent of normal days and a typical life that she felt ousted from. Her mouth ran dry, and like a fish out of water she gulped before stuttering a response. "He's well, which I am grateful for." To be honest she'd barely thought of her son since her return from the Veins. A wave of guilt rushed over her, crashing like all the torrents of grief inside the beach of her body. The urge to crumble onto the ground and sob was overwhelming, but she resisted, quivering as she stood at the willpower to fight it.
More piteous cries surfaced from her backside, the awakened bird confused and continually distraught by her emotional onslaught. "M-Mesec," she pleaded weakly, wide eyes staring from her dark face as she searched for his shadow in the dark.
Fight the darkness,
It lives inside your heart,
It's not your fault my dear son,
It is simply your past.
Glad to hear that Zero was well, especially since it was at least in part for Mesec’s wings that the colt had charged into the fray, Mesec shifted and, well, he wasn’t sure where to go with the conversation next. He would have been happy to stand in silence with her or leave her be, but happier still if she stayed. A small chirping noise caused his ears to flicker as he tried to locate the direction it was coming from but it was quiet where he stood and hard to locate. Could be nothing - Lucius hadn’t chirped in quite some time but Mesec still found himself listening for the sounds. It wasn’t so long ago when the zephyr had been a bundle of down feathers, relying on Mesec and others for food and help.
Whether she left or stayed, he hadn’t been expecting the pleading note in her voice as she spoke his name. It startled him, the chirping forgotten and his entire attention narrowing on the dark shadow that was Ampere in the faint light of the young night.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” He moved toward her, concern winning over all else for the moment. The gap between their shadowed forms was closed with a few quick strides, the stars and his peaceful evening abandoned without a backward glance. His silvered muzzle stretched out to touch hers, intending it to be a comforting touch. Could he coax whatever was bothering her out? Unlikely, if she didn’t want to talk about it, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to try. Of course Mesec would try, there was no other alternative for him. Not with her. He didn’t know if he could fix the rift between them and as much as he feared her anger and hatred he didn’t pull back this time - it was worth the risk that she would recoil from him, that she would continue on her walk and they would become nothing more than acquaintances. Fellow shadows that passed one another in the night and no more.
He barely got the chance to even think of something else to say when he realized that the cries were coming from Ampere’s back. Silver eyes flickered back but he could not see anything - his mind easily skipping over the explanation that might have surfaced for anyone else in Helovia. Had she found an injured bird that needed care? Perhaps once that needed to be returned to its parents? Neither would surprise him in the least. He might have ignored the cries altogether but they seemed to be getting louder, demanding attention - which he quickly turned back to his friend, brow still furrowed in concern. “Ampere?”
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
His response was immediate, and his touch, both strengthening and weakening simultaneously. The stability of his presence, the support of his body running alongside hers gave her the ability to stay standing, to keep fighting off the self inflicted oppression. Yet, because it was him, she felt just as weak in the knees as before. How often had she willed the silly boy to touch her and he never had? It was a doubt, an uncertainty that Gaucho never treated her with, but there were moments when she needed that strength, that fire, and moments when she needed the cool reluctance of the night.
Lately it seemed she needed both, and the notion left her head swimming.
She leaned into the sensation of his touch; it was a reminder that things were still real, that she was still here and ought to be. His words however, we a reminder of that was awful and wrong and so utterly broken that it cast her adrift in the first place. Reluctant to pay any attention to that she focused on his breaths as they pushed against her on every exhale. She minded the brush of his whiskers against the sensitive folds of her muzzle. In the darkness, his star-speckled nose still seemed to shine, drawing her gaze so eagerly. Mesec had always been handsome, but many stallions could boast as much, Ampere would know.
What drew her to the son of the moon was everything else that he was, and equally, everything that he wasn't. What he lacked in talent for courtship and battle, he more than made up with in heart and intellect. His was always an ear she felt she could use, a shoulder she could lean on, a voice to set her straight. When darkness ate the world it was Mesec that had taken her to safety, a guiding trail of sterling light no matter the pitch of the midnight hour - just like his muzzle now. He had been saving her and guiding her ever since, abnd slowly but surely, she had come to love him for it.
She owed him something now though. More even, she supposed, but this she could give finally.
Her name spoken so gently in his voice reminded her of that fact. With a slow reluctance she pulled herself away from him, but just enough to hold his gaze, still needing that closeness to stand her firm.
"Mesec," her response came, breathy with emotion, mostly distraught. "I-I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-" there were so many things she could have said, should have said, might have said, because Ampere had so many things to apologize for in her life, and Mesec was owed many of them. The words fell beneath the squawk of the parrotlet once more, and stumbling, she blurted out, "I bonded!" It was an exclamation, but sounded more like a wail. She teared up instantly, but managed to keep herself from sobbing.
Instead her head sunk, unable to see him, unwilling to.
Fight the darkness,
It lives inside your heart,
It's not your fault my dear son,
It is simply your past.
Mesec thought he knew what it felt like to be surprised - he had his fair share of them - but none of them would compare to those dropped on him tonight. His confusion doesn’t fade, only thickens when Ampere’s distressed voice stumbled over an apology. What shouldn’t she have done? Wasn’t he the one that owed her apologies? Sorry for bonding, sorry for encouraging your son to join in the fight with the tiger, sorry that he never knew what to say or do when she was around. From the big to the small, it was Mesec that needed to ask for forgiveness - not her. “Hey, it’s okay...” He started to say, ready to soothe her troublesome thoughts, but there was no time to get any further than that.
First another squawk and then a blurting confession that shook him. Her apology had taken him by surprise, sure, but it was nothing compared to this shock. He froze - the only movement the widening of his silver eyes as the noise from her wings finally registered with concrete meaning. “You…” He started to repeat it, like an idiot, but stopped himself. She knew, he didn’t need to say it again. Bonded. It didn’t occur to him to be angry with her over the hypocrisy of this situation. There was hurt, yes, but it was easy to put his own emotions on hold for the moment - so easy to sidestep them completely and devote his entire focus to how she was reacting. Lucius would feel the anger for the two of them, it already bubbled through their bond but Mesec couldn’t think about that right now. His heart ached to see her upset and it truly felt as though nothing else mattered except for Ampere, standing by him with her head hung low.
He reached to touch her bent neck, whispering his next words in the space between his and her skin before contact was made. “Oh Ampere, I’m so sorry.” Because although it hadn’t been his fault, he knew what this must mean to her - no night would be thick enough to hide that - and he was sorry that he couldn’t take this pain away for her.
A dozen questions came to mind but only one was spoken, a simple one. “How?” The question came quietly, inviting her to explain but without any pressure for her to do so. Maybe it didn't even matter - she had bonded and no soft spoken words from him or gentle touches would be able to change that fact. He couldn't do anything for her except stand here - to listen, to comfort, whatever she asked of him he would freely give to her.
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
There it was, that cool reassurance, that gentle caress of twilight that suggested the night was not so dark and full of terrors. She didn't know what she had expected of him, but somehow, his response surprised her. They had never had a rift between them so large as Lucius before, and despite all the relationships Ampere was willing to, and had put at stake for her own beliefs, his was one that had pained her to do so. This renewed hope that perhaps not all was lost, that forgiveness could be obtained by somebody, that was revitalizing.
His questions coaxed sanity from her. So unlike the Wildfire that let her burn in her myriad of emotions, Mesec instead stoked the rationale, forged the pathways of intellect she all too often cast aside for its inconvenience. It was not an immediate effect, perhaps not even noticeable, but inside Ampere was able to wade water for the first time in a while.
"I went to the gods." Her words came out thick, heavy, pulled from her instead of pushed even if she was happy to give them. The sounds had to wade through all her anxiety and despondency was why. If she really thought about it maybe it was also hard to say because she had only herself to blame, only her avarice. She plowed on though, needing to say it, to hear it, to have him know it. Because if anyone could forgive her transgressions, it would be Mesec. If he could, then maybe she could.
"I prayed for strength... for magic" her lips curled over the last word as if it offended her. Would that she could cancel the damn deal now, but the bond was sealed, and she might as well run it to its finish now. "The Moon came-" Ampere, who had been talking faster, louder, more fervent, now grew quiet and still. For the first time since blurting everything out her gaze lifted to him, searching for something she couldn't find in him. Maybe giving something to him instead - because there was no blame. He would be the kind to immediately shoulder the weight of his mother's atrocity, but this was not her crime, this was Ampere's.
Softening, leaning into his embrace if it still lingered to offer one in return, Ampere went on, but slower now. "She asked me to let the egg hatch, to set it free." She remembered now with bitterness how the moment had seemed like a blessing at the time. In return for strength the Moon had asked Ampere to do what she had always wanted. The cruelty in the action was the impossibility of it, something Ampere had been blind to until the bond wrenched her gaze open. "So I did... but it didn't." She faltered, fumbling at the raw memory of the elation crashing into confusion and discord, then morphing into understanding and rejection. The parrotlet which had grown quiet cried out in distress at the dredged up feelings and images of the happy moment ruined. Ampere's ears flicked back in aggravation.
"We'd bonded. I didn't think I could, I didn't think I wanted to, the Earth told me you have to want it... the egg has to want it too..." she began to mutter incoherent strings of conversation, the nattering of her conscious as she swam amid her own thoughts, losing Mesec on the shore as she descended into the unanswered questions that raced around her mind. "...why did I want it..."
Fight the darkness,
It lives inside your heart,
It's not your fault my dear son,
It is simply your past.
He waited patiently for her to speak, or not speak. So long as he got to stand here with her, there was a part of him that didn’t care whether she chose to tell him what had happened or not. It didn’t matter, just as it didn’t matter whether this was a temporary bridge across the rift between them or a more permanent one. He was afraid to hope that things could be better between them now, only to have her move away and his insecurities stop him from going after her.
But she did speak, her voice breaking the silence of the night, and he did not interrupt her until she was done - just stood there with her so she could lean on him, so he could embrace her still.
Of course it had been his mother. His ears flicked backward for a quick moment when the Moon was mentioned but when he realized that Ampere was looking at him he relaxed. He had been ready to apologize on behalf of that divine parent of his but her look stilled the thoughts. Eventually, he needed to stop blaming himself for everything that the his mother did. He might as well attempt to do so tonight. It was a little easier to believe the cruelty of the gift that Ampere had been giving after knowing who her benefactor had been.
When she started to fade, started to chatter, he moved closer still so that he could, if she wished, embrace her more fully - his neck resting against hers, his body an anchor to keep her rooted to this beach and not become lost. He had to agree with her, he didn’t think that she wanted the bond. Not when it was causing a reaction like this. If there had been any part of her that had been prepared, would she be taking it so hard? He didn’t think the Earth God would have lied to her if that was truly what was needed in order for the bond to happen but maybe it wasn’t as simple as that. “Maybe… maybe it’s not that you wanted the bond. You went there looking for magic and that desire could have been strong enough to take the place of the desire to bond.” When it came to the gods, especially his mother, the difference between the two would probably seem inconsequential. Whatever magic Ampere had been going there to seek she might have just wanted it enough. “And as for your companion wanting it, they start out as little eggs and when they hatch they want food and love and safety the way any baby does.” Not that he knew much about babies, and he was still learning about companions, but Lucius had certainly been a needy little thing when he had hatched. A small smile in his voice as he continued. “It’s not so surprising to me that it would think it could get those from you.” Gladiator, Chancellor, leader of the Whatch, friend, mother... Ampere played many roles and he had no hard time having faith in her ability to pull them off. Or, rather, that she would try and sometimes that was all that mattered.
He pulled back then but it was only enough to try and meet her gaze, a soft bump to her muzzle with his to encourage her to look at him if she wasn’t. “You’re strong enough to do this, Ampere. Whatever the Moon asked of you, you can do this.”
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
Mesec sidled in closer, holding her to him, and the warmth of his chest and his neck, a warmth she had never before realized, held her there with him. Gradually she came back, the haze in her gaze clearing like and early morning marine layer. His voice though, his perspective, that's what kept her there with him.
That's what made it them.
She turned, tilting into him, breathing him in and exhaling in the folds of his dark chest as she listened attentively to his advice. It was a manner of thinking that had never occurred to her before and instantly there was a new excitement thrumming throughout her whole body. Around them sparks began to pop into existence, fizzing and glowing as they skated across the sandy shore; usually generated with anger, the high emotion of relief is what conjured them unintentionally now.
"That's it!" she gasped, surging back suddenly to hold Mesec in her sights, grinning broadly, before just as quickly diving her nose back into his touch. "That must be it," she murmured, sighing a great gust of wind. "Of course any infant wants love, and with no parents around to give it when they hatch - because all the bonded eggs are singularly alone, it just accepts anyone." The Earth had never explained it like that, and she felt instantly better, because although she had never blamed the infants, it crushed her somewhat to know they willingly bonded. Of course they didn't though, because as she had always argued, they didn't know, all they knew was hunger and need and the bond fulfilled that, however cruelly.
That meant it was all the horse's fault, all the horse's greed once again, and in that, she was not so easily released of her crime. His notion that she bonded because of her desire for magic was a stretch, she felt, but the best explanation out there. The Moon had specifically said, don't bond, but Ampere had still been wrapped up in desire of some kind, and she'd felt an urgent need for the babe to survive, which in and of itself might have sealed the bond accidentally - after all, could the parrot really have made it off that cliff face? Not without her help, but then what? She could have reared it until it was old enough, could have found it a family, but it had bonded instead, and that all went back to the Gods forging those damn chains to begin with.
Fueled by Mesec's belief in her and the driving desire to eliminate bonds some way or another, Ampere's resolve strengthened once more.
"Thank you," she sighed into his body, beginning to tug and pull at his skin with her teeth in gentle caresses and love nips. Her passion was infectious, spinning from her heart where it burned for her causes, embers cascading into her limbs and filling her up with a fire that overwhelmed her. She loved him in this moment, and unwittingly, she let him know the best ways she could; her body pushing against him in a want to have that love returned.
Fight the darkness,
It lives inside your heart,
It's not your fault my dear son,
It is simply your past.
He could feel her excitement through the contact their skin made and further still when the air itself became charged with the sparks that emanate from her in this frenzy of refreshed joy. He had seen the sparks appear out of anger before and, for a moment before he saw her smile, he feared that the anger had returned. But then Ampere was smiling - she completely surrounded him with her excitement and it settled inside of him too - he couldn’t believe how much her moods impacted his own. If there was a storm for her, there was for him too - and if the sun was going to break through for a little while Mesec was happy to bask in it with her.
“Anytime.” He whispered the word into her skin as he had the others, unwilling to give up on their proximity just yet. It was his skin that tingled in the next moment, a shiver of delight coursing down his spine as her teeth and lips pull and caress at his skin. The shiver doesn’t completely fade, a small tremble in his actions as he returned the pressure, removing what little air there might have been between them. His silver muzzle against her blue and black skin, tracing invisible lines - feverish but trembling, uncertain touches.
Uncertain not because he did not want them, but because this was... uncharted territory. He wasn’t sure where to go next, what came next. Or if anything came next. His body reacting to her even as his mind spun. He loved her, accepting that fact as he accepted her touches and freely gave his. Because it was a solid fact for him in that moment. As solid as her body pressing into his, as solid as the sheer weight of his inexperience pressing down on them. He tried to fight the urge to over-think, a natural tendency of the demigod, and focus solely on her.
Which wasn’t so hard, when she was standing so close. When he found his voice again it didn't speak the three syllables that he felt, but two others - soft and heavy, filled with a question - filled with so much. “Ampere.” Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, it was hers.
01-04-2016, 12:53 AM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2016, 12:59 AM by Ampere.)
Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs out of rain
She had never questioned if her love was limited. She had never had a reason to before, had never loved this deeply, or this often. She had never stayed long enough, never given in to the weight of responsibilities which in turn tied her into the lives of so many others, and they to her. There was no denying the immense feeling she held for this stallion here and now though, and the stallion swathed in fire that roamed somewhere among the desert. Could she love both of them? Was she capable of loving them both, and perhaps most importantly, was it right to?
The thought might have continued, might have tortured the blue mare, but Mesec's response doused the very inkling of it from her conscious, drowning it beneath the gentle exchange of their skin against each other. It was probably for the best; having just stumbled out of the frigid sea of grief, she surely could not weather a bath in despair so soon. The notion of pushing aside her regrets, her thoughts, her rationality all in the name of love was nothing new for Ampere, and so she submitted to the process easily and eagerly. Her name, lent in such a supple way from his lips, only encouraged her. In place of rejection she found return, a fear at long last cast away, lost in the dark folds that encompassed her in the breadth of Mesec's capable chest.
He asked, she answered.
Ampere continued to press herself against him, moving from the gentle nips on his shoulder to trail her muzzle down the length of his spine. Her tail floated against their legs, tangling them together until they'd have nothing left but to fall wholly into one another. There was no uncertainty in her now, no trepidation or worry or doubt that might make her linger too long just above his musculature. This was Ampere renewed, born again with his words and stepping into a solidarity that her youth and all its lustful cravings had never dreamt of. This was unlike anything she had ever done, because it wasn't just sex and heat and need, this was friendship molded into love, this was moonlight spun into heat, and this was giving rather than taking.
"Mesec," she breathed, pushing the word up against him. "Love me" she asked, not needing him to say it, or decide on it. She just needed to feel it; not in the absence of his refusals, but in the acceptance of her pressures and the addition of his own. If he didn't know, she would guide him, because she could fulfill him in all the ways he had her.
Ampere held out her hand for him, ready to take him into another adventure, ready to chase storms or sunlight or anything as long as it was with him.
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