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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.
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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!
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Isopia landed on one of the various islands with a laziness that was quite unlike her. Though she was feeling particularly good today and so perhaps that had something to do with it. Birdsong after all had come cheerily busting in, dispersing the cold that had worked its way into her bones and had settled into her mind. Things were ... looking up, as they said. Her rank change had been profitable, and for once she had found herself in a clear victory over an opponent. The gift won from the Old Father had been poured onto the rock-doll, and each day that the godly blood dried and hardened on the sigul made her soul and mind feel a little bit lighter. Her heart, still broken and likely irreparable, kept quiet most of the time. Only certain things - the ruby cast of the Blood Falls for instance - nagged her down into the blackened depths where memories of Volterra resided, but for the most part she was unplagued.
She had not moved on, but she had certainly moved.
Isopia's large wings caressed her flanks as they folded neatly. Her red cape (oddly, the red of which did not make her think of the ruby-eyed stallion), billowed out elegantly behind her. Hubris sat near her hooves, picking blades of grass and trying to whistle with them.
"That won't work-" She began, quad-horned skull looking down at the dragon. "I doubt your lips can make the requisite shape." Hubris only blinked up at her with his large rapt blue eyes, and then resumed trying.
Getting to the Island was a tad difficult for a small foal, but Tyrath was determined. Filled with renewed confidence from his wolf fight with his father and his leisured trip to the never ending bamboo forest, the boy had spied the sprinkling of islands and his interested had been captured. Blessed with a patience rarely found in young foals. He had waited until low tide and paddled out, long limbs kicked out beneath the waves and wings fanned out to give him better stability. It had been a slight struggle, filled with disgruntled noises and snorts, but he had made it.
Gangly limbs hauled out of the waves with a stumbled gait as he shook himself free of the salt water, and taken off inland to see what secrets the island held. What would he find here? Who would he find? If there was anyone here that is, getting here without working wings was tedious, and did any have the real patience to do what he did? The skull faced child doubted it.
Still, he hoped there was at least someone else on the island he could run into, if only to fill the void of silence.
Luck or something akin to it, seemed to be on his side as he trotted into a particularly open space and was met by a giantess and her dragon. Her earthen tones were far more interesting than some of the patterns and coats he had seen on his travels. Wreathed in a red cape and gold pauldron, she seemed important at least, he thought she did. No one wore those things for no reason, right? Head tilted to the side out of curiosity, he stayed where he was for a moment, between the lush foliage and obscurity of their fan like leaves. He watched, trying to see what they were doing. What did Dragon's do with grass? what possible entertainment could they have from it? The questions firmly in mind he strode forward, ears perked and inquisitive look still plastered on his face.
"What is your dragon doing?" He questioned, loud enough to draw attention to himself. Tyrath's own wings ruffled by his side and he stopped a couple steps away from the pair.
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
Both Isopia and Hubris turned, though Isopia's movements were much slower given her size. Hubris on the other hand rounded immediately, his bright blue gaze falling on Tyrath. Immediately he drew in a breath, and turned to look at Isopia, concern and something like panic lining his scaley face.
Surely Isopia would notice the build of the boy? The skull marking his face? Clearly he was a child of-
Volterra, yes. Isopia interrupted, her sweeping golden gaze falling upon the dragon. Her massive shoulders shrugged gently. That he has sired more children no longer surprises me. I wonder if this one even knows about him? She exhaled something like amusement, before turning her wide-eyed gaze to the child.
Wings and horns though? That she had not seen on any of Volterra's other children. But what of it? After her, had he craved the more exotic, had he-
- her quad horned head shook. She wouldn't let herself think of the two of them together, or the ways in which he might remember their ... encounter. Let him fuck whoever he wants. The thought sounded unduly crass in her mind, and the Mountain forced herself to put aside those thoughts.
"He is trying to whistle using a blade of grass." Still looking as though he didn't believe that Isopia wasn't about to explode, the dragon's gaze remained fixed on her for a moment, before moving. The bronze held out a clawed hand, with a fat blade of grass held there. To demonstrate, he put his 'thumbs' together, holding the blade vertically between them, but trying to keep it taunt. He put his lips together where there was a hollow in his appendages, and blew. He didn't produce a whistling-sound, but sparks and frost did shoot from his mouth. Hubris trilled almost apologetically and dropped the now frozen piece of grass.
"Unsuccessfully. Isopia concluded in her try academic tone.
Invisible brow raised at the velocity the Bronze Dragon seemed to turn, compared to his much larger counterpart. Though young, Tyrath was an astute colt, and unlike others who would of otherwise ignored the Dragon's actions for the sake of tunnel vision and youthful naivety. He noted the way the Bronze drew breath and gazed upon his bonded, scaled face lined with panic. Had he done something to offend the Dragon? Or perhaps it was his bonded who was offended somehow? Did she want to be alone? Did the Dragon not want anyone to join in on their fun? Or poking their muzzle in? An ear flicked back momentarily before it repositioned itself.
No matter, he supposed with a mental shrug of his winged shoulders. If he was not wanted around, the mare would surely say something? Send him on his way like his carers in the throat, a short comment and a not so gentle nudge on his flank.
If he had only an inkling of this giantess and his pa, would he have stuck around? Who could really say.
The lady explained, and pupilless orbs fell back on the Dragon with new found interest. Not that Dragon's were ever not interesting to the youngster. Head lowered to better examine what he was doing, petite hooves all the while carried him a few small steps forward. Tyrath couldn't imagine Dragon's to be able to use a grass whistle, their snouts were either too pointed or two broad, or their talons too sharp or too curved to properly grip the delicate green blade. Though her Bronze one seemed to have managed just fine, up until he blew, and the shower of frost and sparks streamed from his mouth.
It provoked a slight jump from the boy, the momentum leaving him a good step or two away from where he had been before. Feathery appendages puffed up from the sudden display as they lifted from his barrel, taking a moment, they fell against, tucked neatly back against his slender sides. "Whoa." The word said in a shaky laugh, muzzle marked with a small grin, it didn't matter to him that the dragon had failed in what he had set out to do. "He breathes frost and electricity?" He fell silent for a moment afterwards, lower lip worried by his upper teeth. "What's his name?"
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
Isopia noticed none of the what the small boy might or might not have been thinking. Carefully social scrutiny was not her strong point, and she did not want to stare overly-long at the boy with Volterra's face.
He breathes frost and electricity?
Isopia's quad horned skull bobbed diplomatically. "He does.
" She replied in her normal neutral cadence, rather surprised by how easily it flowed from her lips, in light of who the child surely belonged to. Given that he was the subject of their conversation, Hubris moved forward. His bronzey wings stretched out from his sides as he slunk with a cat-like grace towards the boy.
"He is called Hubris." Isopia answered. For a moment she considered transforming herself into a dragon, to show the bronze how foolish it was to try and whistle using the grass, but the boy seemed to have diverted his attention away from the dragon's act, to the dragon himself. That was fine with her.
Hubris gave a trill and a wave at the skull-marked boy. He blew a large stream of haphazard frost, followed by a stream of glistening sparks. A wide toothy grin was plastered on his features as he demonstrated his capabilities. "Clearly his name is quite apt." Isopia mumbled more to herself, than to Tyrath. She shook her death-marked face slowly, as if visually reprimanding the small creature, but she wasn't really. He could do what he wanted, try and fail if he liked. It didn't matter much to her.
"You seem..young, to have flown here from the mainland. Did you swim?" Isopia first observed, and then inquired. It wasn't small talk exactly, she was genuinely curious, but she supposed it carried on the conversation just the same.
Was there more elements Dragon's could breathe? The colt briefly wondered, mind flooded with draconian jaws spilling shadows and jets of water, he imagined the larger dragon's out of legend mastered all the elements and their sub-sets, able to switch like the wind switched directions. Ruby orbs alight with his thoughts and imaginings, as he peered at the Bronze. The familiar tugs were riddled in his petite frame, the wish to have one of these magnificent creatures as his bonded, and his best friend.
He did his best to press down the other feeling within his body, the same hum and warmth which he had experienced when peering at the mighty red and beautiful gold that perched upon his father's back. They had looked so serious, and acted with savage aggression the moment danger had flared up. The dragon in front of him was...lighter, playful. Carefree.
"Hubris?" Tyrath repeated, it seemed to fit him, whether he knew the exact meaning behind it. It sounded prideful, confident. His nose dropped once more as Hubris slunk over, marked nostrils vibrated with his own greeting back him. He was presented with another show of sparks and frost, eager to absorb the way the particles of ice and arcs of electric danced before they vanished into nothingness. "If I could do that, I would be proud too." He pointed out with a grin of his own, leonine tail curled around to wriggle over the frosted grass, the remaining flakes shifted under baby soft strands. "How did you find him?" He knew they hatched from Eggs, Eggs abandoned by mothers through fate or unfortunate consequences, but did it always have to be so glum though?
The Giantess asked him a question, and Tyrath turned his gaze back to her. Sometimes, he forgot just how young he was, his mind seemed to go a hundred miles a minute compared to the rest of him. He expected it would be like this for awhile, forever waiting for his young body to catch up so he could do all the things he really wanted to do. A frustrating part of life, but what could he do? "I swam, yes. I waited until low tide and paddled out." He responded with a nod. "My carers don't mind much, they let me out of the Throat and off I go. I got attacked by a wolf a couple days ago, and now I'm here." Tyrath added after a moment, swimming across the sea at low tide, in comparison, was a walk in the park.
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
"Maybe some day you'll be able to do something similar." Isopia offered, sounding prophetic but not meaning to. She knew that Volterra possessed magic, as did Kid. If it was transferred through blood and this boy was indeed a child of Volterra's it made sense to think that perhaps there was magic in his future. Perhaps it was within him already.
"I didn't." The demi-goddess answered with a gentle shake of her quad-horned skull. "He was given to me. Though that isn't the normal way companions normally come to you." She mused, thinking about how each of her kin were simply handed their companions - and not just companions either. But Royal ones with markings far greater than those of the other royals. Or at least it seemed that way to her. Isopia didn't pay much attention to the companions of others.
Carers? Isopia thought that was a strange thing to call his parents - or so she assumed that's who it referred to, but said nothing. She only thought it was strange becuase that wasn't what children normally did say of their parents, but to the girl, 'carers' seemed a perfectly apt adjective.
And she found that despite the boy's lineage, she liked him. At least as much as she could like someone she had just met.
Her ears perked forward with polite interest as he mentioned a wolf attack. Perhaps this was supposed to stir up curiosity or that she should be impressed? but as such, she wasn't.
"You must be tired then." The demigoddess responded. With her rapid growth as a child, she didn't know what it was like to be fixed to the ground because her wings could not support her. Magic had come to her quickly as well. She had never felt limited, nor had she 'carers' the way the boy did.
On the ground Hubris plucked another blade of grass, placed it dextrously between his thumbs, and continued to try and blow and make a sound. Once again, he only succeeded in freezing it.
"These islands must seem a little dull to you, after a wolf fight."
05-27-2016, 12:14 PM (This post was last modified: 05-27-2016, 12:59 PM by Tyrath.)
"You think so?" The idea of breathing frost or electricity was an exciting one, as he peered at the pieces of ice which lingered on the grass. He couldn't help but feel though, that fire was more his calling, he couldn't quite place why he felt like that in his bones. He just did, not in the sort of way a foal might be enthralled by fire because of it's danger, or how it crackled and roared with life and power. Just some deep seated allure which drew him in like a moth to the flame, or a hoof reached out to touch the fire unafraid of getting burned. "It would be nice to actually learn something, rather than already having it." He murmured, skull marked head tipped to the side.
"He was given to you?" Surprise rolled over his youthful features, some horses got given their companions? "You're very lucky then! I heard some have to wait forever to have their own companion, and others find them when their nests have been destroyed. I hope I have a friend like him, one day." Of course, he was a little bit jealous but not put off, at the fact the earth toned giantess had been gifted her Companion. Others might've soured at the news, that they had worked and been met with disappointment after disappointment but Tyrath just saw it as life. Some horses were luckier than others, whether by fate or having friends in high places.
Carers was an apt name all around, his father wasn't exactly about to shack up in the Throat and bestow upon him all the doting father spiel and chatter. His mother was a Gladiator, and well, she was often away doing patrols and seeing to whatever business she had going on. Business he didn't know, and often wanted to follow and find out about. Then there was the mares he was often left with, which didn't care much to keep the tribrid from roaming off other than a half-hearted 'don't go far', from their place in the shade.
"Not really." He replied with a grin, shifting in place to show her that he still had energy to burn. "Well, it was tiring, but actually getting here made it go away." Any tiredness had been wiped out of his mind the second he'd realized he had made it, while he supposed a nap would of been greatly appreciated by his young body, his mind had had other ideas.
Hubris' next attempt was eagerly watched, maybe this time he could find a way to do it. But again, it was met with another frozen piece of grass on the floor and a slight furrow pressed on his brow. "Maybe he could build something that could help him do it?" He suggested, he wasn't sure what exactly. There had to be something, right? The dragon deserved to be able to whistle after all the effort he was putting in. "Something that he can blow into, which will make the right shape for the grass whistle at the end?"
At the mention of the island being dull, he glanced up and shook his head. "Not at all." Wings shuffled from his barrel, a few downy feathers slipping free. "The wolf fight was fun, but I like exploring and learning too, finding new things and figuring what they are and what they do. Do you find this island dull?" His question is polite and genuine, she could already fly and go to whatever places she liked. Maybe she had found more exciting places than this? Places filled with secrets and unusual animals to see. If only his wings would hurry up and grow, along with the rest of his body, he might find those kind of places too.
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
Isopia's death marked skull dipped in acknowledgement. Just as he had not bristled at what she had said, likewise she remained neutral to his comment. Others, Mesec probably, would have tripped over themselves to apologize for whatever perceived slight there was, or for the unfairness of the situation. But like the boy before her, the demi-goddess just took it all in stride. "Yes. It's all quite unfair. Then again, I doubt there's any real justice in when and who receive companions. I've seen the 'drops' where some are gained." Her large shoulders shrugged casually as she continued. "Sometimes there is a sort of mental or physical test ... but often it's just a bunch of nonesense. Even if the best of the group was picked, whose to say they are really the best over all? I am large compared to most that I meet, but I am small compared to the trees and mountains. Winning a competition over a handful of idiots does not prove worth. Just happy circumstances." Her voice had risen slightly, though remained fairly academic in its tone the entire time. She exhaled shaking her head. "It's all unfair, really. Perhaps that's what makes it fair." She concluded.
Isopia's ears perked forward as Tyrath offered a suggestion. It had never occurred to her to help Hubris in his exploits, and the small dragon had never asked it of her. But now that the boy mentioned it, surely she could provide him a tool that would ease his musical failings? Hubris was just doing it to pass the time but ... oh, why not.
The earth before Hubris rumbled. A earth-like thing rose before him, moulding and twist in the air. Isopia's large golden gaze was fixed on it, turning and sculpting it with her mind. It began to take the shape of something that looked like a pan flute. She had considered a standard flute, but worried that his claws would not properly be able to cover the holes. This contraption was nearly idiot proof - all you had to do was blow, which Hubris had already demonstrated he could do quite easily.
The dragon's blue eyes widened, and he reached out his hands to take the instrument once it looked complete. He held his breath for a moment before looking from Isopia to Tyrath almost nervously. Then, timidly, he blew.
A lovely little sound tinkered out of the instrument, and the dragon nearly dropped it he was so delighted. He gave an audible trill of thanks - he could have thanked Isopia mentally, but really it had been the boys suggestion, and when back to blowing on the different cylinders, making different sounds.
"I like learning too." Isopia agreed, with genuine appraisal in her voice. This boy reminded her very much of Zero, and suddenly her heart longed for her small friend. "But no, I don't find these islands dull... I find them ..obligating." She knew her comment would likely require more explanation, but she allowed her gaze to sweep the area first before continuing. "You are too young to have been present during the Rift Wars, but there were great battles. Four new areas were pulled from the Rift into our world. This was one of them. It was my father who did it ... Because of that I feel sort of responsible for this area. Duty has decayed the landscape for me. I only see obligation."
But again the demigoddess shrugged, for she didn't mind it all that much. Or rather, she had accepted it. Her whole life was one big obligation now, why shouldn't the scenery be as well?
The lady had a point, as Tyrath listened to her speak. He imagined some who won, or were chosen, the words would easily be alternated by whom exactly got to trot away with the egg firmly nestled in their grasp, only ever intended to use their new found companions as weapons and a means to an end. Some who had been passed over, would of cared for them as something much more than an extra pair of teeth and claws on the battlefield. Just because you received something, didn't necessarily mean you were worthy to have what you now owned. "Maybe. There has to be some kind of balance to everything, right? Something that is unfair to one horse, might not be unfair to the other. The guardian's in charge of the Egg, have to choose from what they have, not what they could've had." He offered with a small shrug.
Earth rumbled and rolled in front of the Bronze Dragon and the colt's right forelimb raised, confusion washed over his skull marked face. The confusion didn't last long, as his eyes flicked from the moving earth to the winged and horned mare, she seemed to be focused on it and it clicked. She had magic! Magic that moved the earth to her whims. Tyrath watched, silently and intently, watching how it contorted and changed as though he might see the very tendrils of magic knitting every piece of soil together. Did she have other magic too? He vaguely remembered hearing of it being possible, that not everyone stuck to a particular element or simply had one magic. Earth finished melding together, and revealed a flute looking object.
Any questions or comments which bubbled upon his lips were silenced, he could ask them later, the moment of truth was finally there. It had to work, surely, there seemed to be no immediate way to break or blow on the instrument wrong. He gave a small nod to the Bronze as he glanced towards him, his small frame leaning slightly as though it would give him a better seat to watch.
"It works!" Excitement evident, a new grin broke out on his features as he watched Hubris play a few more sounds from the flute. The trill was returned by quad horned head dipping toward him, there was no need to thank him, really. If Hubris was happy, then he was quite content with that.
"Obligating?" She had been right, the answer had him rolling idea's around in his head as to why she felt she was obligated. He drew blanks, so it was up to the Giantess to fill the blanks in. Her answer wasn't what he had expected, if he was honest, that there had been battles and lands pulled in from another world. It sounded right out of a fairy-tale, or one of the stories that the other mares told their foals to get them to go to sleep. It had happened though, he was standing on the proof of it! Cloven hooves shifted over the grass beneath his feet and his own head turned so he could look around the area. He had been interested in exploring before, but now. Who knew what things lurked here? It had come from another world. One particular part of her story stuck out to him, that it had been her pa who had brought the island into being. "Wait, your Pa pulled this island here?" Invisible brow quirked upward. "I can't imagine just anyone pulling these lands in," he began, the gears of his mind spinning a mile a minute, he was sure she could see them, "that would make your pa a god then? I don't think any horse could just...pull things in."
The idea was exciting, Gods were a favorite story to tell anyone, both old and young. Who didn't like hearing of the noble Earth or the radiant Sun? Grumpy father Time and the mysterious Moon? But, if he was right, and her pa was a God, then wouldn't that make her some kind of Goddess? Questions piled up but he bit them back, it was no use pouring them all on her, when he hadn't gotten his first reply back.
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
While Isopia never really broadcast who her parents were, she did drop clues often enough that she did marvel at how long it took others around her to figure out her lineage. But then here was this boy. This boy with markings that should have made her immediately leave him to his own devices, and yet she had stayed, for his curiousity and wit were endearing. He reminded her more of Zero than of Volterra, and that had soothed her warbling soul. And now he had deducted something about her Father, a feat that many adults failed out even under more clear circumstances.
The demigoddess smiled at his intellect as she bobbed her head in the affirmative.
"Yes, it does." She agreed casually enough. Unlike most, she didn't think her Father - or any of the Gods - were all that impressive (save for the Moon). "The new lands the Gods pulled in were each sick. By bringing them here, they could be healed. A war ensued." The demigoddess shrugged, watching some of the bloodshed unfold in her mind. "Even though the lands were worthless, some were less than pleased about having them seized." Another shrug. "There was a giant Tiger Goddess who came to claim these lands from my Father. Many battled her. It was just over there-" Isopia motioned with one of her massive wings just down the bank from where they stood. "- where I killed her. She died badly." The girl mused, her face showing no sign of remorse or regret ... or really any emotion at all.
For all the things his mind pondered over, and his ears spun to listen to, he'd never thought of Gods having children. Ironic, given his lineage, and irony that he would no doubt laugh over when he towered above most of his brethren on thick pillars of muscle and wings far bigger than most hoped their wingspan could achieve. Children, one of which he was now sharing a conversation with, learning from with stories about battles and gods pulling new lands into being from another place. It was all exciting, things he could store away and go over later and share with his father and brother.
"Is there more of you? I mean, God kids running around here?" The question is innocent enough, he reasoned that for only one of them to have children was a little odd. He listened to the Earth Demi-Goddess recite the tale about the lands, how they were riddled with sickness and the Gods sought to heal them by bringing them back home. Seemed logical, to the Colt, to take what was worthless to another to make it into something for others. They weren't going to make use of it in the first place, so when she mentioned those that had owned it before suddenly wanted it back, he frowned. "That's...stupid. Why would they want something back that they weren't using in the first place?" It was half a question, and half a statement. You couldn't miss what you hadn't even used, and weren't going to use. A small snort escaped the tribrid and his eyes followed the massive wing toward where the demi-goddess was pointing, they had fought over there? His mind wondered if there was anything left that he might find there.
"- where I killed her. She died badly."
Crimson pools snapped back to the deep Golds, she had killed the Tiger Goddess? Many had battled the giant feline, that much she had told him, but to get the killing blow? That was a feat the young boy could envy. To kill a God, maybe it took a Goddess, or a God, to kill a God, no? Or a great hero straight out of legend. The bragging rights most would snatch greedily and wear it as the earthen mare wore her pauldron and cape. She was impassive though, as she spoke, stone faced and emotionless as the mountains that cradled their home. "I bet some people were jealous, that you got to end the battle." He would surely be proud, if he could ever attain such a feat. of strength, to fight against the odds and win, to champion his home and come out victorious. "I wonder if she regretted her choice in the end." Head turned back to the direction of where the battle had taken place. "Coming after her land, I mean. She must of known she would die. Do you think there's anything left there, where she fell?" A hint of anything really, a tooth, a claw, or even just remnants of where her mighty paws churned the earth as she scrambled to fight the horde's of equines waiting for her.
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
Isopia's horned skull bobbed patiently, a move very reminiscent of her Father, though the boy wouldn't know that. "Yes. One for each God, making there four of us in total."
That's...stupid. Why would they want something back that they weren't using in the first place?
Isopia's lips twitched in something that looked almost like a bemused smirk. "I doubt you'll carry around every trinket that you find in your life. Often you'll leave things behind only to come back to them later. But they are still valuable to you." Again her shoulders have a great sloping shrug. "Proximity and current use does not determine a things value to us. It is a fallacy to think that all that we carry with us is precious to us, and all that we do not is worthless."
Jealous? The idea had never crossed her mind. Each of her cousins had similarly ended each of their battles, as if it was ka or destiny that the progeny of the God in question ended the wrath of the invading deities. It made her cheeks flush slightly to think of Volterra having been jealous of her, though the flush wasn't a pleasant one. It was a triumphant and ugly feeling that caused the demigoddess to shift her weight and cough slightly. "Death is not usually a subject that illicits jealousy." She concluded, before continuing on to address the remainder of what the boy had said.
"Maybe. Knowing that you will die is not necessarily a reason not to do a thing. There was a sort of outlandish honour in what she did. My father did take her lands after all, justified or not. All of his good intentions and the endless benefits that Helovia has reaped as well as those who came through the rift do not change that fact. She defended what was hers, and yes, she likely knew it would end her. But why should that have stopped her?" Isopia spoke with something like admiration, or at the very least, approval.
Isopia didn't think there was anything left. Her Father had fashioned many tools and weapons from the Tigress' body, and what was left was surely picked over by scavengers by now. While normally she wouldn't have pretended to be interested, the boy had proven himself to be a worthy conversationalist thus far, and the demigoddess found that she rather enjoyed his company. So, rather uncharacteristically, Isopia began to move towards the place she had slain the beast. "Why don't we see? You never know. The earth hides many secrets. Perhaps we might uncover some if we look."
06-25-2016, 10:21 AM (This post was last modified: 06-25-2016, 10:22 AM by Tyrath.)
"I hope I get to meet all of them," He murmured with a nod of his nub riddled head, the tidbit of information is stored away for later. To know that there were four roaming Helovia, there was a chance that he may come across them in his travels. Chance meetings which would no doubt filled with questions aimed to satisfy the Colt's taste for knowledge and curiosity. "and they're all somewhat like you." Tyrath added after a pause, the Giantess was pleasant company, with an air of wisdom and power to her that made him want to draw closer and listen to whatever she decided to impart on him. She was unique, to have all the God children be like her would detract from her beauty, both mentally and physically.
The demi-goddess' lips twitched and the young colt gave her a quizzical glance, ears perked forward as she responded. She had a point, no doubt during his travels through life he would acquire trinkets, weapons, armor and other valuable things which he had little use of keeping on him at all times. Would they still be valuable to him? Of course, when the time was right, and he supposed these Rift Gods and Goddesses felt the same about their unused lands. "You have a good point." What more was there to say? She had countered his opinion with a factual one of her own that made sense. "I suppose most would fight to keep what was theirs, despite not needing it at that moment."
Critical pools of crimson watched the larger mare intently, as the Demi-Goddess mulled over his words. True, the subject wasn't usually a source of jealousy which welled up in the hearts of the mortal and the divine, but in some scenario's, the colt wagered it was a viable emotion to feel. "Not in everyday things, perhaps. Death is just another part of life, isn't it? But when you're dealing with the ending of a God, I bet a large amount of Equines would give anything to have the privilege. After all, it's not every day someone becomes a Slayer of Gods, monsters maybe, but not Gods."
She turned the topic to his pondering of whether the Tiger Goddesses regretted her choice, downy wings ruffled at his sides as he shifted to get comfortable. Once again, she had a point, and the Riftian Goddess was owed some respect and admiration for what she did. Yet, Tyrath's mind couldn't quite fathom that one would stand upon the precipice of the abyss knowing that the blackness of the void was unavoidable and continue to leap off the edge. "Sometimes it's better to pick your battles, than just recklessly jump. Whether what you're fighting for is yours, it's better to swallow your pride and live to fight another day. She could of bided her time, and come to claim what was hers another day. Still, she was admirable, sometimes the world needs the reckless and the brave. I imagine the world would be awfully dull without them." He ended with a solemn nod of his skull marked head.
He moved when the Goddess did, long legs falling into an elongated stride to make up his lack of height and mass next to her. Hopefully, when he grew, he would be as tall as her and others would have to march to keep up with his stride, individuals who would look to him in earnest for knowledge and conversation like he was now. "I bet the Earth keeps little secrets from you, though." He stated with a grin. "After all, you control it right? With your magic, and your blood." Already, his eyes are scanning the ground, looking for tell tale signs of struggle or wounded earth steadily reclaiming what had been scarred. "My magic doesn't really control much, other than myself. I'd like to learn more about magic, like I want to learn about all things." Though it was hard, when his ma was nowhere to be found and his father was more born for battle than born to hit the books.
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
06-28-2016, 09:53 AM (This post was last modified: 06-28-2016, 01:48 PM by Random Event.)
Isopia
"They aren't all like me. Or even nearly like me. Physically, magically, and ... rationally we are all quite different." She said with a small shrug. "I am the largest of us, but also the youngest. Mesec the Nightwind, son of the Moon is the oldest and probably kindest. Roskuld the Sparklight comes next. She takes after her father, the Spark, in both appearance and attitude. Then there's Aithniel from the Sun, the second youngest. Both she and I are so young compared to the other two, because we are the second of our line, both having had siblings who died, whose positions we were created to replace."
Sometimes it's better to pick your battles, than just recklessly jump. Whether what you're fighting for is yours, it's better to swallow your pride and live to fight another day. "Do you think so?" Isopia asked curiously, with something like genuine interest. She paused thoughtful, turning her golden eyes to the sky to inspect a passing cloud. She disagreed with the boy - what use was an extra day of life? If fate had pulled you to your close, shying away for an extra day, week, or year, would make no difference in the end. But, he had earned enough of her respect that she allowed him his opinion, merely slumping her large shoulders once again in response.
"Only my Father just full jurisdiction over those elements. I merely handle them - " Her voice trailed off, and two creations appeared before the demi-goddess and her nephew: a dragon composed of water, and a raven composed of earth. "I have other magic as well. It is related to the earth and water, but distantly you might think." She smiled, thinking of her magic as some secret act of rebellion, for she knew that hiding in her shadowy or bold forms likely were not to her Father's liking.
The girl bobbed her head as the boy indicated that he had a pension for learning. She wasn't surprised at all; it was one of the things that had drawn her to linger in this conversation. To hear more of what he would say and learn more of how he thought. "Things rarely only affect ourselves." She mused in response, a smile creeping unbidden onto her lips. "What is it that you can do?"
So enthralled the little Colt was with the Giantess' academic voice, woven with threads of wisdom and assurity of her words, that it took him a moment to simply comprehend the final name of the Demi-Gods falling from her lips. Every single name spared to him was tucked into memory for later, as though some day they might prove valuable.
His mind simply kept on turning as his petite hooves carried him after the Demi-Goddess, until it did not. It slammed on the breaks and forced Tyrath to stop mid-step as the realization sunk in and ashy ears fell back against his poll. Her wise words fizzled and blurred out along with the lush island they were currently stood upon. "Did you just say my ma's name?" A panicked bleat that brought forward all the conflicting emotions that wracked his young frame and twisted his insides. It was probably not the answer his Aunt had been looking for, and that was a whole new stone that dropped into his stomach to add to the weight already pooled there. "Aithniel is a Goddess?"
The shadowed figure of his mother in his memory had a piece of her revealed to him, a pretty big piece that should have come from her mouth, if she ever had the intentions to waltz back into his life and peel her child from the carers who begrudgingly took him under their wing. He doubted it though, as the days ticked by and she wasn't a dot on the horizon specifically angled to land next to him and embrace him in her wings.
The Raven and Dragon that would of enthralled him did little to draw him from his interal conflict, the lines of confusion and hurt wracked across his painted face, emotions that didn't suit the young and the innocent. It laid bear his abandonment and this new revelation, a storm rolling it's thunder over his small frame. Later, he might've kicked himself from having an existiential crisis infront of his new found Aunt, and kick himself further if he had known that the Earthen Girl and his Father had been involved.
"talk talk talk"
from the ashes of the sun I arise
a herald of ruin and damnation
For a moment everything stopped. Isopia could hear a buzzing in her ears and felt as though her entire body had just been saturated by cold water. When she blinked, her long eye lashed felt stupidly heavy but also ineffective - it was as if there was a film covering her eyes that blinking wouldn't remove. The feeling of bile rose in her throat and a snarl demanded that it be allowed to part her lips, but Isopia held both feelings back. Her mind raced to the last time this feeling had overtaken her (or at least one very similar): when Kid had revealed that he was a son of Volterra and the product of a one night stand. Her face had shown her disappointment and confusion at this, and the boy had latched onto that response like a shark to blood.
She wouldn't make that mistake again.
Swallowing, Isopia's golden stare turned to the skies, as if regarding the hazy outline of the horizon with speculative interest. The demigoddess realized that she'd already jumped to a conclusion, assuming that Tyrath was the child of Volterra and Aithniel. But with that facial marking, who else could have sired him?
>>You have similar markings<< Hubris interjected poignantly, calming the girl somewhat.
Could it really be a fluke?
Her mind pushed forward, she needed to say something to appear unphased.
"Aithniel is your mother? I suppose that makes me your aunt." She began, forcing her gaze away from the waters to settle on the boy once again. Her face was an emotional mask now revealing none of the inner panic rising in her stomach and throat. "She isn't a goddess, but a demi-goddess." Isopia corrected, not meaning to take away any of the grandeur the boy might ascribe to his dam, only meaning to be precise. "I assume Volterra is your father?" The words breezed from her lips before her mind could calculate their efficacy. And once out, Isopia hurriedly continued on. "You look like him," she qualified with a smile. "That's a very powerful lineage you carry within you. Fire and earth? Powerful indeed." Her words were an attempt at making the boy feel pride for who he was, so that any inclination he might have about the purpose of her questions would be ignored.
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