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10-15-2016, 01:55 PM
the sea is hell and i am its fury
More had come. More had approached and spoken to the creature from the deep. But none were of consequence to the seaborne mare in this moment because he had spoken to her.
Spoken to her in Akvian.
Gills gaped open, frozen mid-gasp as her too-large and never-blinking eyes blinked repeatedly in shock. "Ni parolu poste de la maro.” The whispered words echoed through her mind—a mind now unused to hearing her native tongue. For so long, now, she had simply thought and spoke it on her own. But now… now she stared blankly for long moments as he spoke to all those who had gathered. And though he spoke of restoring blackened earth. Blackened earth? What did dead earth matter when they were of the sea—and he could tell her of her people?
Face-fins flare out in aggravated anticipation, barbed tail stirring beneath the surface as she waited for him to finish answering all of the their questions—but he had told her that they would speak later. And, if it was true that he knew of Akvo (for he knew her language), then she would assist him in whatever task these gods had given him. For, as he said, he would be done ’a great deal faster’ with their assistance. And the faster his tasks were done, the sooner he would tell her of her people.
There was a part of her, a fierce and vociferous part, that screamed to lukton for the answers now. But this was the first shred of hope that had been given to her—and though all things in the warrior wished to immediately posses control over it, it was too fragile (—too precious—) to risk losing it.
So, instead, her throaty voice sounded from her scaled lips, “Vi havos mian helpon.” It was quiet, hushed with shock and hope and gasps for air. And her head rose, both proudly and with purpose, ridged skull twisting in the direction of the black, dead earth. The spit of land was too far to see, but she was painfully aware of where the rocks were that held her anguished, spilled blue blood.
And, for the first time, the seahorse began to think on how to heal earth.
lukton = fight
vi havos mian helpon = you will have my help
Spoken to her in Akvian.
Gills gaped open, frozen mid-gasp as her too-large and never-blinking eyes blinked repeatedly in shock. "Ni parolu poste de la maro.” The whispered words echoed through her mind—a mind now unused to hearing her native tongue. For so long, now, she had simply thought and spoke it on her own. But now… now she stared blankly for long moments as he spoke to all those who had gathered. And though he spoke of restoring blackened earth. Blackened earth? What did dead earth matter when they were of the sea—and he could tell her of her people?
Face-fins flare out in aggravated anticipation, barbed tail stirring beneath the surface as she waited for him to finish answering all of the their questions—but he had told her that they would speak later. And, if it was true that he knew of Akvo (for he knew her language), then she would assist him in whatever task these gods had given him. For, as he said, he would be done ’a great deal faster’ with their assistance. And the faster his tasks were done, the sooner he would tell her of her people.
There was a part of her, a fierce and vociferous part, that screamed to lukton for the answers now. But this was the first shred of hope that had been given to her—and though all things in the warrior wished to immediately posses control over it, it was too fragile (—too precious—) to risk losing it.
So, instead, her throaty voice sounded from her scaled lips, “Vi havos mian helpon.” It was quiet, hushed with shock and hope and gasps for air. And her head rose, both proudly and with purpose, ridged skull twisting in the direction of the black, dead earth. The spit of land was too far to see, but she was painfully aware of where the rocks were that held her anguished, spilled blue blood.
And, for the first time, the seahorse began to think on how to heal earth.
lukton = fight
vi havos mian helpon = you will have my help
AQUILA
Aquila has her mind blown by the creature speaking Akvian to her and then offers her help.
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