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[PRIVATE] Soulbound and Heartbroken [hatching]

Iskra Posts: 79
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Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#1
Iskra & Zèklè
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins
It had been some time since Iskra first found the precious egg and had his fight with his mother. He had discreetly cared for it since, and she'd been too busy being Sultana to really approach him about it again. After the heat of the moment had died and all his tears had dried, Iskra had chewed on all she had to say. There was certainly some truth to her words, and that doubt nestled heavily inside of him. He found himself talking to Squishy less and less, only in moment of complete loneliness. He'd gone back to the place where he found the egg several times, watching for any mothers, any newborns, any other eggs. He only ever saw the stray gull and crab however, and with a defeated sigh he'd trudge back home.

What if he had ruined the egg's life? He liked to think he saved it, but maybe he'd been too excited and took it when it hadn't really been in need? There'd been no other eggs around, but maybe the mom was, like his mom said. Did he accidentally egg-nap, and did goo intentions make a difference?
Also how was he going to take care of it? He wasn't sure what would come out, but he wasn't sure that he'd know what to do, whatever it was. Squishy was easy... he didn't need anything!

Iskra had watched a few hatchings since, and he'd been swept up by how joyous they always seemed, that he forgot to ask about how any of them expected to take care of each other. So many horses had companions though that he also found it hard to believe that it could truly be as bad as Ampere said, or that he wouldn't be able to do it properly. Maybe he'd make mistakes, but she was hardly perfect.

Still, he was lonely. Did that make it selfish to still want the companion after everything? Was it such a crime to not want to feel such a terrible thing all the time? Couldn't the companion, even if they were bound, still choose to leave and live?

Iskra was staring soulfully at the little egg nestled in the sands between his hooves with such heavy thoughts tumbling around inside his head. As it started to wiggle to and fro however, it caught his attention, and all thoughts dissipated beneath the wonder of the hatching. He gasped as it cracked and wiggled more earnestly, encouraging it with gentle words; Squishy peered on from behind him.

"C'mon, you can do it!"

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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#2
WINDOW SEAT TO CHAOS OVERLOAD


"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Ampere's fury screeched across the beach with such intensity even the gulls took to their wings; birds well accustomed to the perpetual roar of the ocean.

With a swath of wingbeats and sand, the Mother of Companions had landed behind her youngest son. What had been just a passing flight in the sunset hours slowed when she spied her son, and then stopped altogether once she made sense of what dastardly deed he was engaging in. Like a hurricane she fell from the sky and turned upon the boy, seeming to forget that she was mother of him as much as the creature currently hatching free.

Already anger gnawed at the edges of her form, her outline exposed as raw electricity instead of the hard muscle of a desert-dweller. Her steps were quick as she aimed to close the gap between them, neck low and snaking forth with ready teeth as she aimed a savage bite and magic at the child's right flank; the bulk of her body heedless of the mobile mound of rocks loitering just behind him. She wanted Iskra to feel her wrath with her teeth, but the sparks she willed to move inside of him was an attempt to jerk him away from the egg, to stop this madness before it started.

All she was thinking was maybe it's not too late.


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Iskra Posts: 79
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Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#3
Iskra
Let it go, just let it be, you be you, and I'll be me
The eggshells seemed to breathe as they bulged and moved and struggled against the treasure bursting forth from within. Iskra was so intent upon the egg, his attention entirely stolen by the process, that the rest of the world had dropped away from him - even Squishy. He crept even closer, his breath tangled in his lungs as he watched, and waited in eager anticipation, his whole body tense as if he himself were fighting for that freedom just on the other side of the thin calcium casing.

Finally it was free, a little tail fluke popping out with an abruptness that made Iskra pull back suddenly and gasp, and then he laughed as the rest of the whale came spilling out onto the sand. At some point during this, his mother's bellow had stormed across the beach, but it had been drowned out, not by the ocean, but with love. He couldn't as easily ignore her however as she landed behind him with all the qualities of a dragon. Sand billowed against his fetlocks and peppered the infant cetacean; Iskra's wings lifted like a shield as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at the commotion. Before his features had even shifted from his unfettered joy to pure terror, he felt her heat, and though his mother had never possessed fire magic, she had always been capable of leaving a similar burning sensation. He felt it now as her teeth latched onto the folds of his haunch and tore into him.

That alone would have been horrible enough, but combined with the brief period of bliss, and the sudden and intrusive sensation of another sliding against his soul (a much more intimate feeling than Matheo's projected thoughts had ever been) as he bonded, well Iskra's emotional capacity was blown past its limits. He broke down into the most base feelings, wailing out with agony and fear, only accentuated as his mother's magic shoved him further away.

His wings wheeled in the air beside him, reaching out towards the tiny life he had helped nurture into emergence, that very same one that huddled beside his being, its own confusion and echoes of terror palpable as Iskra remnants of electricity and blood slid across Iskra's tongue. He landed in a heap in the sand, head spinning, heart full and yet aching. Bleary eyed, the boy lifted his head just in time to see Ampere advancing upon the hatchling, buffeting Squishy to the side as well, a tumbling gangle of stony limbs and mindlessness that for a moment threatened to crush the tiny whale, an event which dragged a strangled "NOOOO!" from Iskra's throat.
Holding onto something we don't need
All this delusion in our heads
Is gonna bring us to our knees
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#4
WINDOW SEAT TO CHAOS OVERLOAD


In her haste to stop the bond from happening, Ampere was blind to the fact it already had. She was in motion, going as quick as she could, but as always she wasn't fast enough - endurance was her greatest advantage after all, not speed.

So as she flung the child away from the egg and stumbled closer to dispose of it, knocking over the bumbling golem in the process, Ampere's gaze fell only upon fragments of a shell rather than the intact and round casing of a still-contained lifeform. Her gaze snapped next to the tiny whale staring up at her from the sands, and her ears fell flat as she exhaled loudly with frustration and dismay. Of all the companions, the air-whales were by far the most absurd and a clear display to her of the greedy whim's of mortals surpassing the needs of the animals'.

Somwhere in a nearby tree Kygo fretted.

"Have you bonded?" she demanded brashly, ripping her focus from the innocent whale to the disobedient colt. There was a mild slur to her tone, proof of the liquor she'd been suckling on as evening set in. If he had there was no point now in moving the egg or the whale - she would not have killed it (probably), but she would have tried to move it far away so it wouldn't have bonded. If it had failed to survive on its own that was natural at least, but bonding wasn't. Part of her however, especially one addled with cactus water, still thought death was a better freedom than a chained lifetime. It would be fitting punishment for her child's reckless and very clear rebellion against her wishes.

"HAVE YOU BONDED TO THIS CREATURE!?" she roared with impatience as she glared over her shoulder towards her son, electrical edges creeping in closer to the core of her body.


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Astarot Posts: 81
Dragon's Throat Sun Physician atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 2 (Birdsong) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zafír :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Pare
#5
Astarot & Zafir

Night was slowly setting in on the desert as the pair sorted out some herbs. Astarot worked while Zafir trilled along with his deep rumbling hum. The dragon didn't mind helping her bonded work especially since his titled he had gained chased away most of the darkness that had been growing in his heart. Her scarlet eyes gazed up at him thoughtfully, glad she had come along when she had. Only the Gods knew what he would have done, what he would have become, if he had not found her as an egg. The feeling of being watched settled over his hide and he glanced up sapphire and scarlet eyes meeting hers. "What?" She snorted frost and rolled her shoulders before taking to the air. A deep chuckled rolled from his lips and he shook his large head.

Gulls screamed and took flight drawing Zafir's attention pulling her forward. She loved to chase birds, and gulls made a tasty snack. Like lightning the cerulean dragon flew towards the fleeing birds. Panic and anger flooded through both of them as another scream tore through the darkening sky. He was off and running before he even thought to move. Iskra. The colt was young and sounded as if he was in trouble. The older larger stallion felt his blood boil with rage. Zafir circled back and flew beside her bonded anger pounding through her own mind feeding his.

The scene that greeted the pair only flamed the fires of their fury. A mother should never harm their child, no matter what was happening. The words the tiny sultana yelled at her child egged them on. Zafir raced ahead of Astarot landing in front of the tiny whale. A savage hiss ripped from her scaly lips as she tried to guard the newborn. "AMPERE!" His bellow was deep basted in his wrath. His massive hooves pummeled the sand as he bolted towards the felled colt.

He didn't even spare a thought of the consensuses she might hand him. The threw himself between the Mother of Companions and her son. His teeth flashed out towards her in a not so subtle warning. "Back. Off." His breath panted from his mouth his dual colored eyes blazing. He was the head healer, a rank her and his father had bestowed upon him. He would not allow her to harm another, especially not her own son. Zafir hissed again pearly teeth flashing in the fading light. "Iskra, are you alright?" He was careful not to turn his attention away from the mare before him. The scent of alcohol wafted her her lips mingling with the copper stench of blood.

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Zèklè Posts: 166
Outcast atk: 8.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.5
Colt :: Pegasus :: 14.1 :: Three HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
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#6
Iskra & Zèklè
Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
You come- late, but you come.

You're thunderous upon the sand, drawn by a deep and sickening sense of wrongness, by a need to go and go now. Not for the first time you wish you had wings- it is the sinking and shifting of sand that has kept you from getting here faster, the unsteadiness (has it always been so unsteady?) of your home that threatens to prevent you from averting this tragedy. But you aren't hindered, you don't stop, and your hooves beat heavily, fighting against fear, almost as loud as your heart in your chest.

You're late, but you're not too late.

That feeling in your gut gets worse as you take in the scene. Rage and pain flash through your sunbeam eyes as you soak it in. Your last few interactions with your Ma have been... less than positive, but as you look from the sobbing Iskra to your raging mother, Astaraot perched bravely between the pair, you realize this is the worst. The tipping point, the boiling over - you feared this moment as your mother devolved, her sanity slipping, the bright moments of happiness you used to take for granted as a child growing fewer and further between. When did she become this angry shell, this unrecognizable shade of the mother you'd so adored? Was it Gaucho's death? Did he really mean so much to her - more, even, than Iskra, her youngest?

Did he mean so much more to her than you?

"STEP AWAY, MA!"

In an instant you are there, involved, a small speck of black and blue and lightning acting as bulwark to the rising tide of Ampere's electric form. You may be standing near your Ma, but you haven't taken her side. Your body is a growled, silent threat, your eyes and voice constrained with all the furious pain of a betrayed child (why are you doing this, please just stop, please can't things be how they were?) - you have never been this angry, this disillusioned, this betrayed. You entire body is shaking with wrath.

Your goal is to stand above the creature, to move your mother away from it- and you will use force, if necessary.  "This is Iskra's companion," you somehow manage to both bellow and hiss, "And you will not touch it, because YOU abandoned him, and he deserves something that will love him- because you're a fucking shit Ma these days!"

Then your voice lowers, your ears pinned back, and you take another step.
"If you hurt Sparky any more, Ma, I swear on the Sun I'll...." kill you, you want to say, but you don't. You can't. You love your Ma, and you will always love your Ma. You need her. She's... she's Ma, even if maybe she isn't, anymore.

But you glance back at Iskra, and you know it doesn't matter. Because you may need your Ma, but Sparky needs you. And you're not going to go away again.

"I'll take him. I'll take him away from you, and you will never, ever see us again."

How prophetic your words would prove to be.

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Iskra Posts: 79
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#7
Iskra
Let it go, just let it be, you be you, and I'll be me
An overwhelming sense of hopelessness and despair spilled inside of Iskra as he floundered on the sand, grappling for his feet and his balance, all the while knowing he was too far and too slow to stop her, but unwilling to stop. Each second he wasn't beside the whale to serve as a shield was another second it existed in peril.

He was left breathless from his shout, his flanks heaving with exgaerrated motion, wide pupils lost to white walls.He swayed as he finally stood, blood exposed on his hip where she'd branded him as misbehaving despite her own antics. Though it seemed his yell was enough to reach the mother that was buried in the storm, the torrent of her voice proved she was not yet finished, and Iskra feared for what end she intended to leave off on.

Reinforcements arrived- One a healer, which gave Iskra hope that any (physical) damage could be mended, and the other his elder brother, which renewed Iskra's resolve as he too faced off against the force that was their ma.

It wasn't enough though, not when Iskra was left with nothing other than his most primal emotions, pushed to a breaking point as terror seized him - a sensation furthered by the panic and confusion of the infant whale bleeding through the bond. It swirled amid Iskra's own array of what the fuck, a colorful eddy of neon orange haste and violet hysteria. His own emotions were plenty enough, so the added weight of the whale's proved, damaging, to Iskra, especially as he stood quivering with a child's guilt under his parent's anger, however unjustified.

His heart was hammering, his blood a deafening roar in his ears, Ampere's disappointment the other thing it couldn't drown out. Not until there was a roar of a different kind at least.

Where Iskra had stood a small lion now was, hunched over in obvious pain and blaring out a gutteral bellow of outrage. The shift had simply overcome Iskra under the pressure of everything, but the added stress of the morph and the physical toll combined with his emotional one was maddening. Ears flattened against his half-grown mane, whiskers twitching as lips peeled back in a snarl, fangs exposed with a rumbling growl.

All of this was because of her.

Tail lashing beind him, Iskra had enough, and now he finally felt empowered enough to do something about it. So he charged, paws flexing easily over the sand of his homeland, claws unsheathed as he leaped for her right side. He'd mark her too.
Holding onto something we don't need
All this delusion in our heads
Is gonna bring us to our knees
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#8
WINDOW SEAT TO CHAOS OVERLOAD


She held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity, acutely aware of every snivelling gesture that creased his guilty features. His silence passed the judgement, else he would have loudly proclaimed his innocence in response to her, but he could do nothing more than piteously plead for a mercy that he did not offer the child. Ampere was disgusted with him.

A voice, a shout, a name - her name - let her attention slip from the boy for a moment. First an ear flicked, then both, pinning as her gaze snapped towards the familiar stud. As his teeth flashed towards her Ampere's lips pulled taut with a snarl, one foreleg curled against her chest as she sat back further on her haunches in avoidance. She was not so easily cowed, least of all by a healer, but especially not when something this important was on the line. Never mind that this stallion was threatening his leader, this was someone between her and her son, a family matter. "Astarot," she snapped back in greeting, "thank you for your concern, but this does not involve you." Her gaze narrowed at the displays of the dragon, unamused at the best of times, but least of all with the current situation at hoof.

She made to step past him, to close the gap between her and Iskra, though certainly with no intent to console the distraught boy - he deserved every second of despair, he had earned this all himself with his purposeful disobediance.

Another made themselves known though, one not so easy for Ampere to ignore. His voice cast a chilling rankle down her spine, even more accentuated for the warmth it used to provide. Once he was her sun, her light, her warmth in this dreary, stormy existance. She'd lost her Wildfire though, and not long after she'd lost her sun too. The only heat Ampere could fine any more was the scorching liquid settling in her gut; his arrival was just a reminder of all that she'd lost, all that he had broken.

Electricity consumed her visible self.

"YOU'RE ONE TO TALK!" she thundered back at her first, an abrupt bellow of outrage as she roiled under his verbal barrage. Sparks drifted from the ground around her, a live display of her emotional potency. "YOU LEFT ME!" she screamed, a faceless outline of lightning, the vibrancy of her electric gaze the only recognizable part of her still as her magic enveloped her. "YOU LEFT US", weaker now, hoarser, betraying the grief buried beneath all the rancor. "When it was the darkest, and coldest, you abandoned your family..."

Was it that she had loved Gaucho that much, or was it just that he had always been there to take the brunt of her frusrations, for better or for worse? How many times had she yelled at him, screamed and stormed at him, and every time he had kept burning, held firm with a love for her that she could do nothing but return. Gaucho had helped soothe some aching part of her, and he burnt whatever torments he could. Without him she slipped back into heartache, only worse, because now his loss was added to them and the weight was crushing.
If their children were meant to be fragments of him for her to keep and cherish, she could only ever find the worst of herself in them, because as much as they contained Gaucho, they contained her too, and that was the part she was always fighting with.

Ampere grew very still and very quiet as Zero made a last, momentous statement. The lightning that carved her body quivered with a bright pulse. She exhaled audibly, something shaky and hushed, but it did not lack any of the strength of her shouts. "You would, wouldn't you?" she seethed at her son, "go ahead and-"

Her words were cut off as a sharp force impacted her. Ampere gasped, momentarily winded as a great weight settled on her right side, a dull buzz of confusion rattling her senses. A hot line of pain seared through the haze to clarity quickly thereafter however as the lion bit into her wing joint, carving out the flesh still hidden beneath the lightning, just like the hurt she always held, buried beneath her bravado. A squeal of pain blasted from Ampere's nares as she curled around and staggered back, wings flaring and teeth lashing out for the tawny hide. At her side her sparks reacted, morphing together into a hawk that lifted and dove for the lion's back, electric talons ready to dig in. Even if Ampere had the mind to realize this was Iskra, this battle of the heart had gone too far, and blood was due. She would not kill him - she only meant to punish him.


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[Idk how much time we'll have to finish off this thread, so just to get it down as cannon, Ampere will eventually fly off, intending to finally turn in her quest to the Moon Goddess and earn the ability to silence the bond forever. She means to then silence Iskra's bond permanently, as punishment. However with the gods busy with Kaos she's unable to turn in her quest, would come home and dink herself to sleep, then wake up realizing the Sun was departing the land and Kaos' shit was going down. She prepares for battle.]

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