the Rift


[OPEN] All That Glitters [Patrol]

Ki'irha Posts: 176
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 years old HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Noella
#1
Ki'irha
I have loved the stars too fondly || To be fearful of the night
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Each step brought the star girl farther from home. She was growing restless with each passing day, and she desired excitement. Anything to break her mundane rut would be appreciated, and this seemed the place to do it. It was a land from the rift, which unsettled her, but it was time to put aside her nerves and see what the new lands could offer. Perhaps a change of scenery would do her some good.

The further east she wandered, the pines that were scattered across the tundra grew more and more space as they were replaced by trees bare of their leaves due to the incoming winter. The only leaves that clung to the trees were in varying stages of oranges and reds and yellows. It took a while, but she grew suspicious as more trees seemed to be retaining red leaves, and they grew more lush the deeper into the wilds she went. As the tree line grew more dense, curiosity began to take over. A strange noise crept into the silence. It was a muffled roar, rushing through the underbrush and held in by the bloodied canopy.

"Wow," she whispered, the word barely more than a sigh as her eyes widened to take in the view. Deep within the forest was the most beautiful waterfall she had ever seen. Water crashed down, running red and vivid against a crystalline bottom. The mist that rose in wisping clouds from the pounding currant was white, and the girl realized then that the water mimicked the bright color of the rubies that littered the floor and walls of the water's path. Above her, the canopy mimicked the river. The sky was shrouded by crimson leaves, and even they seemed to glow as sunlight fought to break through.

The star girl loved anything that glittered. Deep beneath the surface, she craved the rubies, wanting to add some to the hoard of sparkling objects that littered her cave. She stood at the riverbank, looking beneath the choppy surface, wondering if it was a good idea to jump in.

She shook her head, knowing that reaching for a gem this close to the raging falls was an almost guaranteed death sentence. She began to trace her way down the river away from the falls, allowing her mind to wander as she looked for a shallower more placid area to step in. The rift was bad. she had come to that decision when she suffered from oozing black that had threatened to suffocate her, made her hallucinate, forced her to suffer. She knew nothing of the rift, and somewhat feared those who entered through. After they had brought diseases with them, plagued the land with illness that had nearly crippled Helovia, the star girl mistrusted them all. But perhaps that was her problem. Perhaps, despite preconceived notions, good could come from chaos, and everyone could benefit from disruption once the waters calmed.

Sometimes new was scary. And sometimes, it was beautiful.
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OOC// Patrol time! I would love if a rifter would come in, maybe calm some worries Ki has. Maybe she can even make a new friend. *nudge nudge*
Tagged// @Erebos ~
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Erebos Posts: 474
Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
#2

He wanted to laugh the moment they arrived.
 
The prince had been here so many times – once, feral and silly with Rikyn, basking in the glow of haunted, strange, monstrous things. Once, they’d chased after Cathun and his cowardice, posturing noble qualities and refined taste, when they had no idea what the world laid out before them. Once, when Gods beckoned and twisted and ignited, and they fought like valiant, honorable soldiers (when all they’d wanted, all they’d craved, was a taste of bloodlust, a hint of violence and scars to wrap around their hides). Once, when he’d followed an ivory Pegasus and employed his tricks, his schemes, his wiles, shrouding their world with dreams and delusions, snares and follies, wondering what it’d be like to cause someone pain, instead of it always being placed upon him.
 
Now, they were committed to patrolling, to wandering and wondering, to perusing and exploring the vast avenues of red, like spilled blood, like avaricious, soulless whims, and his eyes kindled, incensed, over the brutality sure to be left in the augured wake.
 
He said none of these things to the starry Corporal, who appeared enamored by the sheen and sheer of temptation – ordinarily, he might be too, basking and staring at the remnants of shields and swords, of pearls and rubies, of gems left to rot and wither and decay just like the bodies of the fallen. Instead, he simply watched, like a sentinel, like a blackguard, hovering along the brink of destruction and tyranny, a careful shadow as the mare dared to inch closer to the trickling falls and the rapid, bloody water. Orsino, petulant and wraithlike, chose a few boulders to clamber along, while Erebos conquered indiscretions and licentious whims. Ever the charmer, ever the swindler, he maneuvered along the trace of the embankment, a few yards away from her (wondering what she’d do, what she’d remember, from their days of ripping each other apart, of kicking and bludgeoning and searing in this strange, strangled battle-haze), peeking his head over the fringe, glancing at his reflection ensconced in ichor; chuckling at the smirking, snickering form rippling in response. “Do you want one?” He leaned out over the abyss, as if he was going to jump into the crimson-laced forces and become swallowed, devoured, by the scarlet highlights and the carmine poison for the ambience of a trinket, then reeling his head back towards the warrior, arching a brow, delving into a hint of mischief, a thread of devilry. 



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