the Rift


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Tyrath Posts: 61
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 2 [birdsong] HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Harcos :: Common Red Dragon :: Fire Breath Nova
#81

The Dragonling's invisible brow rose when the Sea Creature stated, hushed and commanded the presence of others with it's own brand of charm and a pinch of otherworldly know how. Did he buy it? Not particularly, and for the first time he found himself drawn to his mother when he saw her ashen pelt among the crowd. Did she feel the same as time, and even more, why was he wanting her voice at this hour, when all he had within was a nest of fiery serpents toward his absentee mother. But this wasn't an everday situation, and his divine parent was the perfect one, among his other divine relations, who he should look to in such uncertain times. He gives his father a searching look after a moment, if he has the same reservations he's having? The more he stood and watched the aquatic god-like being, the more his stomach twisted and turned in knots and his mind raced a mile a minute.

This was almost too good to be true, how could anyone, and he meant anyone — just wander in after him without asking more questions. What if these creatures under the see were vicious? turned thirsty and brooding from their time away from the shoreline and company? Why hadn't the Earth God come and vouched for his far-flung relative?

His maw turned towards with disgust when droves listened to him and cast caution to the wind, the seemingly too good to be true honeyed words like music to their ears. One after another, as he remained a pillar upon the beach, the brush of equine-made wind ruffled through his feathers. A huff escaped his patterned and flaming nostrils, idiots the lot of them, but still. He wouldn't be who he was unless he watched, and waited for the idiots to make a spectacle of themselves

A painful sigh was lost to the ocean breeze as fur changed to scales, and leather wings stretched skyward as if to shake off some unknown rust. Steady strides are taken toward the water until the waves lap at his chest, he goes no further despite having taken a mouthful of weed as he walked past the offered pile. His scaled and horned head dipped beneath the waves, blinking past the salt water to try and see the bodies disappearing into the depths.





"talk talk talk"




These things I bury inside
to keep away from the light
Don't you dare pray for me



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Tyrath stays on the beach, but goes into the waves deep enough to poke his head under the water.
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Ultima Posts: 57
Outcast
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.3hh :: 4
Snapdragon :: Turkish Andora Cat :: None Kairi
#82
“come down now,” they'll say!

First the sunbeam jostled her, panting as he worked his way over to the red colt. And then sunbeam looked back at her. And smiled. And spoke to her: “Gosh, you’re pretty.”
 
Ultima stared. Even after he and the other boys tore off into the sea, she could only watch, her eyes big, gold, binary stars honed on the place where he had been. Snapdragon, front paws on the arch of her neck, mewled loudly, his tail twitching. She jolted. “Wait.” She spun a tight about-face. “WAIT—”
 
Rushing several steps forward, she sprung her wings and glided down the banks after them. Whether she’d imagined the compliment or not (His mouth didn’t move! Tell me his mouth moved!), the matter of real import was a flock of children potentially drowning themselves on a dare. They certainly weren’t the only ones – like a strange parade, she watched both Glasgow and Aquila duck beneath the surface, and the Mountain, too, and then Tembovu. A large part of her felt assured. If Tembovu and the Mountain were going, then surely it was safe? And Aquila was part-fish! But she was sure she’d seen so many others planted on the shore, shouting their warnings—
 
A tall, antlered filly hopped in, followed by a two-horned colt and another with four curving against his skull. Ultima wheezed. Practically every foal who’d answered Kisamoa’s call had made a bee-line for the seaweed. Wryly, she thought that a year ago, two years ago, she might have done the very same.
 
Snapdragon screeched as she plunged into the water, slogging doggedly through the waves until they broke gently against her chest. What was she looking for? What could she do without following them under? Whispering anxiously to herself, “Well, if we all drown, I wouldn’t exactly call that a compromise—” the girl cast about for something, anything. Just a sign that—
 
“—Over there!”
 
The boy, the little angel who’d knocked into her leg – he pulled the sun’s light, didn’t he? He shone, was her point, and even beneath the sea she could see a shaft of light, like a literal lifeline, jutting straight out of the sea. It traveled slowly, wavering back and forth.
 
Her wings, which had hung stiffly aloft, sagged slightly with relief. So long as she could see that light, he was safe. And so long as he was safe, she had reason to believe the others were, too. The girl had no idea what lived in the ocean – which may have been for the better, because then she might have fainted – but wrapped herself around the fact that so many warriors had joined the sea-thing’s game. She hadn't distrusted Kis until then, but she held onto her hope, as she always did.
 
Exhaling, a long breath through grit teeth, she resigned herself to waiting. And was slightly taken aback by the four-horned boy, who hadn’t vanished into the deeps after all. One less she had to worry about, at least.
 
Ignoring her kitten’s frenzied hissing, she reached out in curiosity.
 
“Second thoughts, is it?”

memuii!


not participating, only herding cats??? mentions several; runs after @matheo, @luther, and @kvasir specifically and speaks directly to @tyrath!
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Tiamat the Ocean's Light Posts: 360
Aurora Basin Lady atk: 8 | def: 10 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Nimue :: Common Orca Leviathan :: Boil Reli
#83
Well my heart is bigger than the earth—
The warmth of the tall stallion’s body pressing against her own is a comfort for the ocean mare. She is a woman of affection and warmth, ever eager to draw close to others, and nearly afraid of the vast coldness of solitude. The length of her lion tail curls slowly behind her, arcing in her dark friend’s direction and perhaps even brushing against the length of his own leonine tail. It is not often that Tiamat personally feels the fragility and innocence that is her very aura—she is safe and comfortable in her own little world, free of writhing shadows or lurking beasts.

Nonetheless, at this moment on the beach, the young Mender cannot recall a time where she has felt so skeptical. The unknown (however trivial it might be) rattles her to her core, threatening to crack the glass and shatter the bubble of bliss that has cocooned her eyes. Tiamat chides herself for being so suspicious and close-minded, but the black seed refuses to be expunged from her little mind. Breathing a long and slow breath from her nostrils, the ocean mare leans closer still to Rikyn, absentmindedly brushing the velvet tip of her muzzle against his broad shoulder.

It is the quiet, gentle, and joyful prodding of her young companion that rouses the Mender from her gloomy haze. Slanting one of her ears before turning her head, white eyes fall on one of the most beautiful and kindhearted individuals that Tiamat will ever have the honor of meeting. “Lena, my friend! How wonderful it is to see you again,” her voice nearly sings with delight, a broad smile softening her features as she reaches out to the brown Mender in a warm greeting.

The two at her side soon begin to muse over Kis’ presence in Helovia, to which Tiamat can only nod thoughtfully. She is uncharacteristically quiet, caught between her own personal battle—her heart of hearts wrestling with the damaging images in her memory. Ultimately, Rikyn’s declaration of gallantry manages to wriggle a smile from her sapphire lips. “Such a gentleman,” she teases him with laughter in her voice, undoubtedly grateful for his willingness to bear with her in her unease. Tiamat is confidant that she will need it through this ‘challenge’ that the sea-creature has in store for them.

As some begin to leap into the frothy waters while others stand to accuse, the Mender flicks her tail in a moment of hesitation. Still, she smiles to Lena when the brown mare leaves them, her grin softening when white eyes rest again on Rikyn. “I’ve always loved the sea,” she says with amusement, as though it isn't obvious by the mere sight of her, “it would be a shame to miss this opportunity.” She winks at him in an attempt to relieve her own anxiety with humor, gesturing to Nimue before dancing towards the waters. Tiamat is careful to not leave the dark stallion's side, looking to him again before she catches the seaweed in her mouth, and dives under.


Tia leaps in!
“Speech.”

@Rikyn @Lena | image credits
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magic & force are permitted.

Mortuus Nox Posts: 187
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: Immortal HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Dressy
#84
your fears have just become all too real


The dark beast traveled away from the Basin. He left the darkness of his cave and warmth of the fire . Gray eyes brightened with the cold world that was turning into winter quickly. His Tangled tresses knotted and knitted their web in the cool breeze of the Orange moon. Cracked hooves followed their own path leaving the Basin far behind him. There was a weird eerie vibe floating through the air. The demonic beast realized that the normal beasts of Helovia were no where in sight. His heavy crown tilted and moved looking around. What in god's green earth was going on now...

Moving into a trot the black beast traveled quicker through each land. Velvet black dripped with sweat as he found a few prints leading him into the beach. Gray cold eyes narrowed upon each print as he studied them. Shaking his heavy skull the beast continued to the herd of others. His attention dragged to a creature that was in the water. Tilting his demonic crown he listened to what the creature said. Flash backs of the Rift battles replayed in his skull. Why are these people trusting this beast? Cracked hooves walked closer and closer to the shore. By the time he got there the sea monster had disappeared under the waves. A sigh left his maw as he watched many others jump in after him. They picked up the seaweed and jumped carelessly into the water. Cold eyes fell upon the sweet ocean mare, and her willingness to join in made his heart drop. He wanted to jump in front of her and stop her, but Tiamat would do as she pleased. Worried, the demonic beast picked up a piece of seaweed and put the salty thing in his mouth. His head dipped underwater watching the others swim. He wouldn't follow before testing this trick out first.
"Talk."
ready to make a deal with the devil?

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He hangs by the shore, but does try the seaweed in the shallow water. Mentions

@Tiamat

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Alysanne the Devoted Posts: 641
World's Edge Queen atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 hh :: 11 years HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Hemlock :: Flammulated Owl :: Heal & Cypress :: Great Horned Owl :: None Sarah
#85
Patrolling wasn’t really Aly’s forte - she hadn’t really ever done it before. Not in the traditional sense, at least. She made a daily excursion around the Edge, checking up on everyone that lived there (if only from a distance) to make sure that they were all safe and present.


And now, there was a creature that had appeared in Helovia and had mentioned requiring their help. If she stayed in the Edge every day, Aly would certainly hear news of what was happening but just sitting back wasn’t her style. She preferred to be out there, keeping an eye out. As if she, an inconsequential mare, could protect the entire population Helovia from any new threats.


So it was that as she glided (yes! She was actually flying!) above the beach, she spied a familiar looking group of Helovians gathering around a now-familiar face. He was back!


She had arrived a little late, it would seem, and so she landed on the soft sand (stumbling just a little bit) and found a spot at the back of the crowd in time to hear the words the creature was speaking.


Aly was surprised by just how many were willing to jump right in and trust the strange sea-creature that had greeted them on the shores of the Riptide Isles - she was sad to admit that she didn’t actually remember what his name was. But still, her gut cautioned her against joining in - even as she watched some of her friends wade in and disappear beneath the surface of the waves. Shaking her head with a snort, she moved forward and stood beside @Rexanna, reaching to greet her friend with a gentle touch of her muzzle to her shoulder, before turning her green eyes back to the ocean and hoping to see every single one that went down resurface again.

alysanne the devoted
art by reli


not participating in the drop (obviously, with the late entrance)
and stays on the shore
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Vastra Posts: 58
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Pegasus :: 16.3 wfg :: 1 year
Sarah
#86

Filled with a powerful curiosity ever since the meeting on the Riptide Isles, Vastra had been keeping her eyes open for the moment that Kis would appear again and do something else wonderful like the bridge he had made out of rocks and bones. Her eyes had been kept so open that she had not been sleeping well, but instead preferred to wander and explore and impatiently wait for the day when she might find him again.

Unfortunately, a whole lot of others had found him first this time. Truthfully, she hadn’t even seen him at all - she just saw the wall of horse-butts in all sorts of shapes and sizes gathering around something near the shores of the ocean.

Considering she had seen this same wall the last time he appeared, it seemed to be a pretty good bet he would be present. And even if he wasn’t, there was no chance that Vastra would turn around without discovering just what everyone was looking at.

Being relatively small, she found it easy to weave her way through the crowd and with delight she arrived in time to just catch Kis’ last words about trusting him. If Vastra had doubts, they were evaporated when so many moved forward to grab some of the seaweed in their mouths and disappear into the waves. So the pale red filly bounded forward enthusiastically, grabbing her own piece, and entered the waves as well. It wasn’t that she did not think about the repercussions - she had. But she wanted to see whatever Kis was going to show them more than she cared about the dangers.

Said goodbye to you, my friend, as the fire spread.
all that's left are your bones that will soon sink like stones.


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Vastra grabs some seaweed and runs into the water

Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#87


The first to take the plunge was the pale filly who continued to seem so eager to assist in any way that she could. Next was a colt who looked as though he wasn't even old enough to fly, let alone swim. But water was an easy teacher - which was lucky, because he was immediately followed by another colt roughly the same age. Another winged boy entered (did they all have wings here? And were they all young?), followed by yet another. Next came the first one without wings, though she followed the rest just as eagerly. The next arrival however, made him pause and smile. The child of the Earth had entered the waters, and though Kisamoa hadn't heard the words exchanged between she and her cousin on the shore (for he was already under the water), he knew that her willingness to enter the Endless Blue would reassure the others. If nothing else, as the child of the man who had asked for his assistance with healing the lands, he would need her on his side.

Another unicorn enters, and then ... well, another sort of enters. He appears to be hanging, as if the surface of the ocean was a ceiling upon which he stood. How strange. Next the first equine enters, followed by another unicorn. Unsurprisingly, the Atlantian gracefully moves towards him, and he ponders her physique trying to decide if she indeed needed the seaweed or not. The legs of an elephant appear above him, and it is clear that the creature is still breathing through its trunk, rather than relying on the weed. Next comes a bizarrely patterned pegasus, and behind him, a face appears with no body, as if someone is merely testing to see the effects of the seaweed before actually diving down. An equine mare plunges in, and despite her horse-body, she seems to move easily in the water, as if it came second nature to her. A bay unicorn mare takes the leap next followed by an antlered pegasus. Another colt - this one with large horns that appeared to come from some african animal descended towards him, brought up lastly by a reddish looking pegasus filly.

Kisamoa grinned as this last child entered. Though he kept his eyes on those who had already surrounded him, he sent a mental pulse towards the barred child swimming his way. The seaweed doesn't taste particularly good, now does it? He whispered warmly into her mind. He knew that it didn't - it was salty and bitter, and though the rest of the Helovian's who had the weed in their mouths would have to endure its taste, perhaps this one did not ... perhaps he would give her something else to chew on ... Why not try this instead? He called again, his voice silent, invading only her mind. A goldish and sparkly morsel of something appeared before it. It was hardly even a mouthful, and appeared as though it was some sort of goldish flesh (cooked?) attached to a sliver of bone. Her teeth would easily gnash the bone away, ensuring her throat would not receive any splinters but ... what was it he was offering her to replace the seaweed? Trust me. That one is much better.

The juttting appendage from Kis's forehead, which was really a bioluminescent organ, suddenly began to glow, lighting their way. Kis's light intensified the further they sank into the deep. The water temperature grew colder the farther that they went, and yet it was not unbearable. Most had surely been outside in a Frostfall storm that was far colder than this. Below, the reef that Kis spoke of became visible. It was an awe-dropping length - stretching farther than Kis's light was able to reveal. It was marbled with warm hues - golds, magentas, and reds. Fish darted in and out, swimming in brilliantly and brightly coloured schools. There were eels that seemed to spark and glow, creatures resembling small dolphins that frolicked happily, otters holding hands and playing games with each other, and even some curious looking sharks, who, due to Kisamoa's instructions, were keeping their distance. 

Now friends- Kisamoa's voice rang in their minds, as his sparkling eyes found each of theres. These creatures have not heard the voices of your kind in centuries or more ... Despite your best intentions, your words can hurt their delicate ears. However the things you can tell them of the surface are some of the sweetest memories they have. So, your challenge, is to think of one word. Think it as loudly as you possibly can, and my magic will bring it to their ears. He smiled broadly at them.

Just one word - think it as strongly as you can, and all of the connotations and experiences associated for you with that word, will reach them as well.



** If you did not dive into the water and swim towards Kisamoa (as he specified) in your first post, or if you arrive after this point, the sea weed will have disappeared.

Those who dove under the water
If your name is not on the list, but you dove under water PM mythical request
Erthe
Iskra
Matheo
Kvasir
Luther
Ozzy
Isopia
Macaria
Erebos
Bellisma
Glasgow
Aquila
Lena
Verro
Rikyn
Tiamat
Vastra
Graasvoel
Syrena
Zubari

Those entering the drop (if your name isn't here but should be, let me know)
- Kaj Eliminated for not posting in the 72 hours.
- Syrena (in the water)
- Erthe (in the water)
- Alune (in the water)
- Kvasir (in the water)
- Glasglow (in the water)
- Bellisma (in the water)
- Noe (stays on the shore)
- Aquila (in the water)
- Esinakh (stays on the shore)
- Macaria (in the water)

You may 'think' your word at the creatures even if you aren't entering the drop, but it isn't required! 

You have 72 hours to respond.


Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#88

Tell them it's fine. Tell them that we're safe.

Isopia's voice spoke into Hubris' mind, and the dragonling gave a clear sigh of relief.

Tell @Aithniel . Isopia continued. The bronzey dragon turned towards the ashen woman, and began waving his clawed hands dextrously to try and get her attention. He leaped up from his place on the sand and glided towards her, hooting gently to catch her ears and hopefully direct her eyes towards him. With a wide toothy grin which wouldn't have been on his face had anything untoward happened to Isopia, he made an O shape with his thumb and clawed forefinger, extending his other talons away in a clear pantomime of OK.

Meanwhile, Isopia breathed easily beneath the waves, and despite her skepticism about what all of this entailed, she was actually quite enjoying this. Her golden eyes looked below, using her large wings to propel herself forward. She saw schools of fish, sea stars, and even a ... a shark? Perhaps there was a whale! Quickly the demi-goddess looked around for Zero (who she had been sure was right behind her), to see if he had drawn the same conclusion as she just had. But her one-winged friend was no where to be seen. Why would he have refrained from joining her? This was exactly the type of thing he loved. So why had he remained on the surface?

Disappointment coloured her gaze as she turned her attention back to Kisamoa, feeling slightly guilty about enjoying this experience without Zero at her side.

The Mountain listened as the creature's voice invaded her thoughts. His request seemed ... odd. How could a word impart so much meaning to these creatures who would have no reference for the things that they spoke of? Still, Isopia supposed that these creatures might have minds that worked in a way she couldn't yet understand. Perhaps a word could be as satisfying as an image, or a story.

But what word? What word would she give them, that was new to them? That they could not already find down here? Then, as she looked at the coral reef, partially obscured from her view and growing fainter as the light from Kis's organ failed to reach it. Iso's lips were clamped tightly around the seaweed so as not to break whatever spell it had on it, but she smiled none the less.

She knew the perfect word.

Expanse She thought, and closed her eyes. She pictured the cliffs of the edge and how they seem to drop down for miles and miles into the sea. The Heavenly Fields, and how it was impossible to see to the ends of them. How deep the Deep Woods seemed to feel, and how big the Endless Blue appeared when one was standing on its shores. Down in these murky depths, surely they would not have a sense of vastness, of expanse, for light could not penetrate down to these levels to reveal just how much was hidden in the darkness.





CONTEST WINNER

Hubris tries to tell Aithniel that everything is good below the waves.

Isopia thinks of the word expanse



isopia
Out across cities I see buildings burn into piles
And watch the world in wonder as mountains turn into tiles
And trees losing their leaves and faces becoming tired
I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire
Come and stumble me
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Abandon all hope, ye who enter here

Erthë Posts: 440
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Chan
#89
E r t h Ë

Under the moonlight, under your moonlit gaze
I know I'd take a million bullets, babe


The first, true breath of water was painful. Mostly because she was too panicked from attempting to hold the air in so she ended up swallowing a bunch of sea-water, nearly dropping the seaweed in the process. Once the first, hiccuping fits of discomfort passed however, Erthë found that it was much like breathing air. Water went into her lungs, water exited the lungs, all the while providing her brain with much needed oxygen. It was a comfort to feel Alune's soothing presence nearby; she looked around to ensure she stayed close to him, and awkwardly maneuvered her way towards Kisamoa.

Swimming was not her forte, it seemed. After a lot of flailing about with her limbs the filly realized it was easier by far to just use her wings. It took her a while, but before long she 'flew' through the water with sufficient ease; not graceful or elegant by a long shot, but she got around! Which was good, because Kis was already moving deeper into the blackness of the deep, lighting their way by the glow of his... horn? appendage? She had no word for it. Overall it was much about this place that piqued her curiosity, every thought ending with a question mark as she marveled over the alien beauty of this submerged landscape.

The reef itself left her speechless, if indeed she'd have been able to produce anything intelligent to say. The sheer size of it was mind boggling, the vastness of this dark world a truly humbling thing to behold indeed. She had known that it was big, but to think it would be this deep, this full of life... Erthë felt dwarfed, and couldn't help but wonder at the futility of things. There they were, tiny mortals crawling about on a small patch of land, so concerned about the fate of their forest, their island, their hidden valleys that they referred to it as the world. When the reality was much bigger than they could even imagine, when the eyes of the gods must surely pass over them only briefly once in a while, too busy with the vastness of their creation to pay much attention to what one, single individual was thinking or doing.

Hungry eyes roved the bright colors of the coral, the oddly shaped fish and the eels and the graceful dolphins, greedily taking in everything she saw. She shuddered at the glimpse of an octopus many slithering tentacles as it disappeared behind a rock, and smiled widely at the playing otters - were they the same ones she had played with before, on a sandy beach? Oh, there was so much to see, and not enough heartbeats in the span of her life to truly appreciate it all. It was hard to tear her eyes away and pay attention when Kisamoa spoke, his voice resounding within her mind so clearly as if he had whispered in her ear.

But listen she did, and as she drifted vaguely to the side by the flow of some nameless current, the young seraph wondered why the creatures of the sea longed for the sky. Was it the same reason she felt wistful when recalling the frozen expanse of the north, and the dancing aurora on a midwinter sky? Was it the urge that drove her to leave her own home behind in order to seek the horizon, endlessly craving the sight of something new? To be stuck here, unable to leave and unable to forget...

Closing her eyes she sought through her memories of something that might serve the purpose of soothe some of that bittersweet regret. She thought of the forest where she lived, and the wide open sky, of thunder clouds and damp moss and the deep, rich scent of the earth after a summer rain.

""Petrichor" she thought as a smile slowly spread across her face. Yes, that was the word. They wouldn't get rain down here, or the nutrient rich black humus of fallen leaves and plant matter. It was something that belonged to the world above, and at least to her it was a scent she always found nostalgic and strangely invigorating, as if all the happiness of the world was contained within it.

Credit


@Alune for mention

Erthë's word is PETRICHOR - the scent of earth after rain

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Aisling the Fae Posts: 112
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 13.1 :: 6 :: Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Sorcha :: Common Green Dragon :: Fire Breath Laine
#90
 
as we walk in fields of gold

Ever since the appearance of the mysterious and evidently powerful sea creature on the island archipelago, Aisling had kept her eyes and ears open for signs of it's reappearance. At the first gathering she had stayed well back, observing the sea creature and perhaps just as importantly observing the reactions of the citizens of Helovia. The approaches were mixed and myriad, and Aisling leaned more on the optimistic side. Those of the crowd that remained wary of the being had good enough reason to be so, she supposed, given what had transpired last time strange looking horses had appeared in Helovia. But the gods of the rift had been violent hadn't they? Had attacked. Kisamoa appeared to want to help Helovia whatever he meant by that.

The little enchantress was lucky once again to be near when the creature rose from the water, and like the others gathered around to see what might transpire. She hung towards the back of the group, trying to do her duty as an observer more than a participant. She'd taken easily to her duties as Thief when it came to acquiring people and things, but she was keen to hone her talents as a gatherer of information as well. She was supposed to gather information about Helovia and so she watched the Helovians.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, watched the tide push and pull as voice after voice gave credence or warning to the invitation that the water creature issued. Larue spoke to a rather vocal mare and even though Aisling had been relaxing her hold on the girl's mischievous activity, the talk of blowing things up did give the little mare a motherly flutter of panic. She moved toward her daughter, ready to snatch the girl back at the fist sign of explosives and waited with the rest as part of their number disappeared under the water.

From her perch on Aisling's back, little Sorcha (still only the size of a weasel) felt a jolt of excitement as she spotted the for of the bronze dragon a large mare had left upon the sore. Though the little feathered creature knew no mother but Aisling, the recognition of one of her own kind could not be denied. Chirping excitedly, she zipped to the ground, shimmying down Aisling's long braid. Because she had not yet learned to fly, Sorcha scampered through the crowd, weaving through the maze of hooves while Aisling's heart gave a lurch at the thought of the young dragon being trampled and followed. Because the mare could not move through the bodies with as much ease, she called after the dragon through their bond but ht green sprite was too enthralled to heed her. Approaching the bronze dragon, Sorcha slowed and shrunk into a low and deferential crouch, following under the flying Royal. Small trills of delighted greeting hummed in her throat and she positively shook with childish excitement.


Shows up, late as hell to watch :3

@Larue and Shida(indirectly) mentioned, also @Isopia because Sorcha wants to say Hi to Hubris
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::

Glasgow Posts: 127
Aurora Basin Apprentice atk: 3.5 | def: 10.0 | dam: 7.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.3hh :: 11 years HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Skylark
#91
I feel lucky, with the worst luck.
The scarred mare was learning just how much she disliked the idea of seaweed being anywhere near her mouth – but as time went on and she found her ability to breathe beneath the chilled waves of Orangemoon. Her muscles were still tight, waiting for the cut off of her oxygen, but as she tried to measure her breaths she kept her mind at the task at hand. Visiting these long lost friends of Helovia for however long it had taken for the water level to get this high. She pressed on, her legs working and swimming as she directed her head toward Kisamoa’s directions. Her glassy gaze didn’t miss the glowing appendage to the sea creature as they continued their descent.

Finally, light began to show on the place that had been so long hidden. It was a place that seemed to be a distant masterpiece – carefully constructed with different hues of varying colors and life as they settled in and out of the coral that helped provide them shelter of some sorts. And when she felt Kisamoa’s voice reach her mind, she couldn’t help but to glance toward the creature in some kind of awe. As he spoke of their words possibly hurting the creature’s ears she just simply stayed silent, ears flickering slowly from the pressure of the water as he tasked them with yet another challenge.

To think of one word, something sweet and beautiful that might instill the creatures with fond memories of the past. Perhaps this was a far more difficult task than the Glazier had expected of it.

Yet, when she opened her eyes slowly and peaked down on the beautiful colors beneath her and the light that the creatures saw if only briefly from Kisamoa’s light, she thought of it. “Eventide." She thought it as loud as she possibly could as she swallowed the urge to speak it. It was probably the most beautiful time of the day in her mind - when the stars would appear and a soft blue blanket would envelop the world, melding with the pink and yellow hues of the day. Surely, that was something the inhabitants here would remember. Surely, it was something that could be pleasantly reminisced.

"Talk."
then I met you—
when i felt messed up
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Rikyn the Puppeteer Posts: 549
Aurora Basin Lord atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 4 HP: 70 | Buff: SWIFT
Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie
#92

Rikyn


Whether it’s something I’ve said, or something Tiamat has discovered her own way, I am soon following her pretty blue figure into the sea. Duir, not keen on the notion of the deep dark unknown below the waves, lingers by the boulder, his thoughts occasionally perforating my thoughts with wonder and worry.

The weed, soggy, bitter, and covered in oddly flavorless slime, meets my tongue, actually managing to steal the initial shock of the cold, Orangemoon water against my skin with its all around awfulness. Struggling to not spit it out contemptuously, I instead try to pit my focus against making my way down, down after the nimbly swimming God.

Pushing against the water to keep up with Tiamat, my cloven hooves poorly drag my body deeper and deeper, wild hair swirling in cryptic blue green shades. The sea mare is even more ethereal in this realm, her azure mane twirling and rippling behind her. As I’d promised, I keep the distance between us minimal, even glancing over at her with a comforting smile (and mouth full of salty, weird water, and horrible sea-plant) when Kisamoa’s beacon begins to illuminate the inky blackness below. The water grows colder the deeper we go, a curious thing, and soon, the yellow sunlight dancing up above is only a faint, blue glow, the pressure of the fluid humming and thrumming in my ears.

What had been a tightening of my heart in fear of that cold, bleak emptiness eases into wonder at the sight of the reefs.

Bubbles trickle upwards as I exhale in surprise, and Kisamoa’s voice floods my mind. With my eyes ceaselessly roving from miraculous, brightly shaded corals to the odd, myriad of fishes, I find that I can entirely understand why Tiamat loved the sea so much. What a cool place it is down here! Even if it’s all a trick, and Kisamoa is to drown us, at least I would die having seen this.

"Running," I think, loudly, as I am asked, when I notice that the fish have no legs. I imagine my hooves biting into the gritty sand of the beach, the salty wind tangling its fingers through my mane. I feel the snow break away clean to my knees, soft, and cold, the powder dancing in ribbons behind my wake, clinging to my black pelt. Leaves crumble with fall’s music beneath the thrumming rhythm of my hooves, and grasses slap and sway; no scene is set in the same time, some paired with the early light, or the late light, the mid-afternoon, or the evening, each setting adding new and unique sensations to the steady thrumming of one’s heart in time with their churning limbs.

[ OOC: Rikyn's word is "running." He continues to try and keep up with Tiamat (to protect her, of course ;D) but is also quite enamored by the fishes ]

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Kvasir Posts: 25
Outcast
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 16.3 :: 2 years
Adoptable
#93

It wasn't hard to find Kis under the waves. He was there, floating and waiting. A light bobbed at his skull, and my eyes widened in curiosity. That was... Strange. But I couldn't be to surprised either. Kis was such a strange new creature, and my was he full of surprises. So, I guess I couldn't be too taken aback by what he showed.

Really, this swimming thing wasn't too hard. It was the whole breathing that took a lot to get used to. I wondered how it worked. I could still breath, but it felt so different. But I tried not to think too incredibly hard on it, and focus on the endless swimming we seemed to be doing. Down, and down we went, following the light that Kis had, or the boy who glowed, and the white girl had something that gave off light as well. The creatures we where visiting, well they would have a shock. So many new faces at once... All of them strange, and un-belonging. Except for Kis's face, and the sea mare who appeared when he did.

Once we reached the reef, I was amazed. The expanse of it was unbelievable, and Ki's light didn't shine over it completely. At some point I just couldn't see any further. I was so entranced that I almost spit my seaweed from my mouth when Kis spoke. My head turned to look at him, expecting his mouth to move. But it didn't.... Was he speaking in my mind? Soon he explains what we where to do. A word, and to think it loud... What word could I use to describe the world outside of the water? Hurt, pain, anger, abandonment... No.

I couldn't use those words. Those where not words these innocents needed. Those where words that I felt now. But I hadn't always felt that way. I think back to my younger days, when I would wander by myself, or when dad taught me how to fly. Wonder. Wonder is what I felt at every corner. It's what I felt now looking across the reef at all the wonderful creatures. Wonder. Wonder of the mists that lined the worlds edge, and wonder at the wind beneath my wings. Wonder at how things came to be, and the amazing formations I had seen in my short time alive. That was the word. Wonder. And so I thought it, as loud as I could, and I pictured all the things that I could think of that I had seen when I felt wonder. I just hoped my thoughts would be strong enough for them to hear.

"Talk."

Kvasir
mama, just killed a man
put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger, now he's dead
mama, life had just begun
but now i've gone and thrown it all away
mama, ooo
didn't mean to make you cry

Notes: Kvasir uses the word "WONDER"
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Aithniel the Inquisitor Posts: 169
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 15.0hh :: 4 Years HP: 75 | Buff: NOVICE
Zerachiel :: Royal Griffin :: Molten Dagger tamme
#94

Aithniel was flat out insulted that this ugly water... thing simply ignored her accusations. Her ears pressed flat against her upper neck, and she narrowed her gaze until the silver of her eyes formed only a tiny slit. She understood that she was not a god herself, and her ego was of a normal size and shape. However, when someone comes flying at you, literally blazing with rage, wouldn't it behoove you to give them some damn attention?

Just as she was about to rip into this fool, she watched as her much larger but beautiful cousin approached, willing to test the waters. Aithniel was stunned into silence, wondering if this selfless act was truly selfish or something else... The fire child did not know enough about Isopia to make a true judgment call, but she nodded anyway, willing to agree to this plan.

The only crack in her stony, vengeful expression was a small smile she directed at the bronze dragon. Her heart felt for the pretty thing. How must it feel knowing that half of your soul was risking their life?

As if hearing this turmoil, Zera flew down onto her back. The white and gold, large griffin nodded regally to the bronze dragon, respecting the bronze's status even though they were of a different species. He screeched in frustration, able to feel his bonded's emotions and that was about when Aithniel heard Volterra speak. She smirked and shrugged.

"Someone has to think," she muttered in agreement, though her gaze was stuck on Isopia and her dragon.

When the dragon came rushing toward her, she stiffened, preparing to wage war on this son of a bitch. Much to her frustration and relief, everything was 'ok', and she relaxed, nodding to the bronze. "Thank you, Hubris," she said softly and stood back to watch this turn of events unfold from the safety of the shore.


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Luther Posts: 10
Absent Abyss
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 hh :: 3 months
tamme
#95

The one his brother had called pretty yelled at them as they ran toward the ocean, but he was already committed on this path and too long legged to change it now. He'd once attempted to stop and turn, and his legs turned into tangles that tripped him to the sand. No, the only thing that could stop him now was the brute force of water hitting his chest. He squinted against the salt water and held his breath until he simply had to inhale. Much to his surprise, he could actually breathe!

Luther finally opened his eyes and saw an entire, massive world that he had never known before. The water god's light on his forehead led the way, and his legs flailed out in front of him as he swam toward it. His heart was pounding in his chest as his body worked to keep up, and he even found a rhythm with the beat of his wings in the water to help propel him forward. Somehow, underwater travel was much harder - maybe even than flying!

Strange creatures moved by - hairless things. They had shiny bodies and were a weird shape. None of them had legs like his either, and their eyes were permanently stuck open. Some were pretty, bright colors and others were very plain, but they seemed to swim in groups of their own kinds. Luther wondered if they had souls like he did, or if they just sort of existed within the confines of their own purpose.

Kisamoa spoke in their minds, and he thought about a word he would want to share with these bizarre creatures. What was his favorite memory of his time above? Luther smiled.

"BROTHER."


Macaria Posts: 57
Outcast
Mare :: Unicorn :: 17 hh :: Three Years [Birdsong]
Psilo
#96


Beneath the water the world seems so different. Weightless – all the sounds are only bubbling murmurs and all the colors are blurred together. Her eyes take time to adjust to the sting of salt, but it soon fades as she dives deeper, her tail twirling behind her as she sinks with the rest of them. She wonders if it's magic too that helps her see clearly under the blue veil because now she can see around her with a bit more sharpness to the colors, as if enhanced. Something about it the whole experience feels much like one of her many daydreams fabricated by memories and fantasies alike.

His voice rings aloud, but not to her long scooping ears. The voice is unhindered by the water Kis's deep, clarion tones wave freely throughout her thoughts and her rosy lips curl into a pleasant grin. She spins happily, cantering through the bubbles and passed the caped Queen, passed Zero (who she very vaguely recognizes for some reason), coming up next to some strangers and extends her nose to Kisamoa's mixture of shells and coral, sea-plants and strands of kelp that make up his shoulder. “Explore.” She dances, seizing the opportunity she'll probably not get again anytime soon, if ever, and dreams of all of the adventures she's had and will have. Helovia seems never ending, always daunting yet irresistible, cruel yet so bountiful too. The possibilities endless, literally endless, all you need to do is EXPLORE every corner, every inch and every mile of it.


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MAC CHOOSES THE WORD EXPLORE to share with the coral reef buddies.

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Your words in my memory
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Eleanor Posts: 15
Outcast
Filly :: Hybrid :: 16.0 :: 6 months
Miranda :: Plain Black Dragon :: Fire Breath & Toxic Breath Tamme
#97
City made of thin glass
Smoldering in pitch black

Eleanor was grateful for her cousin's lanky, furry presence and she settled down a little. Family was always a comfort when uncertainty made her afraid. She was shorter than she was due to age, but she would fill out soon enough. Until then, she leaned against him and chuckled, his joke rather funny. Amalrik always knew how to lighten the mood, even in disaster. Though, she would hardly call him a jester type personality. He was still as smart as his father and not one she would want to pick a fight with at all.

"Yeah, I don't want to look like that," she agreed with a chuckle. Everyone swam into the ocean, including the ugly fish god, and they hadn't come up yet. Didn't they need air? Did the seaweed actually work?

Plenty more stayed on the shore, many of them with wings. The beautiful, white mare with two sets of wings who had guarded over them earlier was still standing near the water's edge - perhaps waiting for the two boys to return. Did they belong to her, she wondered? Maybe the light one but not the dark one. Another pegasus - black and white - also stood by watching, and she wondered if they did so out of fear or distrust? Or maybe just lack of interest?

Ellie turned back to Amalrik. "Do you think they'll be okay?" she asked quietly, honestly wanting his opinion on the matter. She sighed and then looked out to the shore, feeling her insides churn from anxiety. "I don't like this. Mom always said the gods are the most powerful and to trust no one else. She said the Sun God is benevolent and just. But maybe... Maybe this new one just wants to share the water?" Ellie thought out loud.

The wind rustled her black and pink mane that was just starting to fall over on its side, and she shoved her solid toes into the sand, grunting. Everything was so serious at this age. Life or death. Black and white. She was worried.





Amalrik Posts: 12
Outcast
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.0 hh :: 1 year
Tamme
#98

Amalrik

Amalrik was glad to make his cousin laugh, and he stood firm as she leaned against him, a pleased smile on his bearded face. The hair made him look quite a bit older than he actually was, and he rather liked that fact. The expression on his face was brotherly affection, and he leaned down to gentle tousle the short, soft mane between her two, silver horns. He then looked out over the waters, narrowing his gold and green eyes to see if he could find any signs of life, but there was nothing.

Ellie then asked him a question, and he lifted a brow, meeting her eyes. Amalrik considered it for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders slightly, disrupting the thick hair that grew down his throat to between his front legs. "Not sure, Ells," he said honestly, not sugar coating anything. She was smart and didn't deserve to be lied to for her own comfort. "Even if they are not okay, they knew the risks. It wouldn't be anyone's fault but their own - and maybe fish-face." He joked again and smirked, trying to get her out of her own head.

He sighed as she continued, shaking his head. "Can't read minds like your mom, Ells, so try not to worry about it. The gods know what they are doing.... kind of... Maybe he's a new god or maybe he's not. Just keep a watchful eye and don't get too involved - at least not in things that could endanger your life. Besides, do you give a sh-... uh... do you care about the ocean?" he asked earnestly.

That earned him a 'no' and he nodded resolutely. "Exactly, so you're not missing out. Let all the other fish wannabes do their thing."

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Vastra Posts: 58
Dragon's Throat Filly
Filly :: Pegasus :: 16.3 wfg :: 1 year
Sarah
#99

The small filly hadn’t know what to expect when she emerged under water - she was amazed that she… well she didn’t really see anything except the swirling bubbles following the bodies of the others who had emerged and the form of one funny looking unicorn hanging upside down like his hooves were stuck on the surface of the water.

Before she could take too much of it in, a voice spoke to her. Well, she couldn’t say for sure whether it was to her alone or not but there was something inside of her head. It was a warm whisper and, though startling, the curious Vastra found it all too easy to trust him. After all, the seaweed did taste rather nasty. She was eager to try something sweeter than the seaweed, though she was careful not to lose the breath-giving piece of plant just in case.

Her brown eyes widened in delight as the tempting, golden piece of something floated before her and she quickly snatched it up with the only thing she could - her mouth. She chewed on it thoughtfully, testing the texture out. She hadn’t really intended to swallow it but her instincts told her to do so and so down it went.

Her eyes widened in surprise as a tingling sensation coursed across her body and she yelped as she realized it was fire dancing across her skin. In the blue-green of the water the fire flashed with brilliant oranges and yellows as it consumed the winged filly. It did not burn but there was other pain and no shortage of fear throughout the entire ordeal.

When the flames died, Vastra wasn’t exactly Vastra anymore - she was a harbour seal. Complete with spotted hide, big, soulful eyes, and fantastic whiskers.

This was... uh... new.

She spun in a small circle, testing out her new limbs this new form that she had taken. Big dark eyes blinked in surprise as she found it remarkably easier to hold her breath (though she kept the seaweed in her mouth just in case, not knowing much about seals) and move through the water.

Vastra-the-seal looked around and discovered that the others had moved along so she quickly swam to catch up, the water cooling as she dove but her slick, fat-lined skin kept her warm. Kisamoa led them to a coral reef, alive with so many creatures that Vastra had never even dreamed of before. As they all gathered, she tried to catch the sea-horse’s eye and flashed him a bright, toothy seal smile - thinking that it was his magic that had enabled her to do this and delighting in it.

His voice spoke in their minds again and she listened with reverence as he bade them to think of a word and send it out to the coral reef.

As she spun and circled in her seal form, Vastra could only think of one - magic. It had surrounded her in a vague way all her life, though she hadn’t even known it. The Throat was alive with fire magic - from the fire-spirits the magician Gaucho could create to the wings that allowed those welcome to soar between Helovia and the Throat. And while this transformation had started out with fire, it was something new something wonderful and the spotted seal girl thought those would be the best thoughts to share with their new reef friends.


Said goodbye to you, my friend, as the fire spread.
all that's left are your bones that will soon sink like stones.



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Syrena Posts: 207
Dragon's Throat Forger
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.1 hh :: 7 years
Thelxiepeia :: Royal Rougarou :: Water Kyra

She has not felt joy like this in years. Not since before Helovia, when she was still herself. When the water truly was her home, and not just the place she longed to go back to. Here, finally, her heart could soar. With the seaweed, she doesn’t need to surface even to breathe. It is the longest she has ever been submerged in the sea. The deepest she has ever been able to travel. Kis’s horn (that is not really a horn at all) began to glow as the light from the surface faded, guiding their way further into the sea.

The water is cold, and her body turns from gray to swirls of purple, blue, and green all fading in and out of one another. She doesn’t feel out of place here – for once, the scales on her underside, and the fins on her hooves actually belong. Soon enough, the reef come into view. She’s not actually sure how much time has passed, and perhaps it is not all that soon. But to her, time below the waves flies, and if she could keep diving into it’s depths, she would. Not that she can dive forever. Eventually the pressure would crush her, she knows. But she likes to dream of it, of the endless sea that lies all around her.

If only it were completely hers to explore.

But it’s not, and such a wish is a pipe dream. So instead she returns her thoughts to Kisamoa and the reef. Some of the fish and coral is familiar too her, but there are new species here as well. Their reef is alive in warm colors, a stark contrast to her cool colored skin. Still though, she finds a smile playing at her lips, though she’s careful to keep the seaweed contained in her mouth.

Kisamoa’s voice comes in her mind now and she refrains from shuttering, though she blinks a few times with a bit of shake. She’s never been a fan of the mind speaking nonsense, though she can understand the necessity of it here. Still, it has always felt invasive to her, and she will never like it. But she keeps her face calm and collected, her eyes sparkling. How strange for her – to show actual happiness. She already dreaded the return to the surface, but she tried not to dwell on that.

He tells them to think of a word to describe the surface. In truth, she doesn’t know why they would miss the surface when they have this. What else could they want? Then again, what brought her back to the land? Power, but that’s probably not what these creatures cared about. Magic, but again, she wonders if they would care about that either. Both those things could exist below the sea as well. What did she like about the surface that she couldn’t find down here?

The sun.

“Aureate,” she thinks, focusing on that one particular word. Thinking not just of the sun itself, but of the golden light that washes the world above. Thinking of that hour of the day before the sun begins to set. Of the soft winter light that turns bright against the snow. Of the harsher summer sun that burns the earth. Somehow, through it all, the earth very often seems golden. Golden in the way the sea is blue. She loves the difference between the two, the earth and the sea. She will always love the sea more, but at least, there are a few good things at the surface as well.


les words "chat chat"

Syrena

let the water take me

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