Iona had always known there was something nefarious brewing in Helovia. Perhaps that was just her overall distrust of magic speaking, but she’d arrived here just as the Riftian gods and new lands had been birthed into Helovia, and that’d made quite the impression on the painted pegasus. She’d made a home here, found a place, but she’d never been able to lower her guard. Not entirely.  And the arrival of this particular asshole had sent the mare into a downward spiral of paranoia that made a shitstorm like this all but...unsurprising.

She had no way of predicting his methods or his particular means of destruction.  But she was certainly impressed by the sheer scope. Kaos destroyed lives, mortal and immortal, like a child stepping on ants.  Crushing smaller things just for the sick pleasure of doing so.

“What the fuck” She muttered, as the shadows pressed her ever-closer.  Iver flew as close as he could to his bonded, overwhelmed by emotions pouring through the bond. There was fear, of course, but it was saturated with what could only be described as rage.

“Seriously. Fuck this. Fuck all of this.” She muttered through gritted teeth. Her emerald eyes, alight with fury and other unspoken emotions, searched desperately for her sister.  It felt selfish, in a way, to prioritize family when people were literally exploding into nothingness.  Iona tried not to focus on the familiar shapes, whose lives were snuffed out in nothing but a burst of light and an all consuming shadow. She knew she’d see each and every shape again in her nightmares.

She did, however, see her family - Alysanne, Nae, and the others - making their way towards the portal that the Gods struggled to hold open. Iona hesitated for a moment, wondering how wise it was go to the very place that birthed all this bullshit.  But a quick glance over her shoulder seemed to affirm that this was her only option if she’d like to continue breathing. She released a huff and pressed forward, flying over her sister before turning towards the cause of all this, well, chaos.

The painted mare flared her wings, keeping herself in place above her loved ones as they made their way towards what she hoped was safety. “Fuck you.” She seethed, her emerald eyes looking at whatever the hell Kaos had managed to transform himself into. “Fuck this place.  I’m done. I’m out.” Her tone was clipped, but the resolve was evident.  

And with that fond farewell, the mare turned and dove for the portal, carrying absolutely none of her sister’s faith that this new world held any niceties at all.

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