the Rift


Burn it All

God of the Sun Posts: 198
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless
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#1

I'll never see any side of heaven
I'll walk for miles through a blazin' hell




What was the point of being a god if he was shackled by the territory of another? Boldly, purposefully, the God of the Sun took fiery steps into the World's Edge. Where was its precious moon bitch now? He glanced at their forests. The heat of the day had all but sucked the life out of the mists, and the trees were bent over, weary from taking the brunt of his glorious sun.

With fire, eating all the dried grasses in his wake, the Sun God moved into the forest. He spread his wings and sent a great gust of fire into the trees. They took to the fire like a moth to light, consuming all that was alive and earthen.

Destruction, destruction was what he aimed for. Let them come, too. See what they could do against his power, against what made him a god!






Hellena Posts: 64
World's Edge Seer
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 hh :: 26 Buff: NOVICE
Whit
#2


Smoke was the smell that caught her attention. Nostrils quivered, and her ears perked forward. Fire? A fire here? The Sun God held now power here. What? The visions from the Moon were few and far between, and the Seer felt abandoned. Especially now, especially with all of this destruction, she felt so alone. A relic in a time she did not belong. Aged, but not showing her years.

The small, old mare's hooves barely touched the ground, racing toward the smoke. She slid to a stop when she saw the sun god, and her eyes narrowed, protecting the lilac irises from the burning light. Her heart fell to her hooves as she looked around her, watching the forests she was born in, the forests she spoke to, burn. The life here was screaming for help, and their voices echoed in her skull like torture.

She gasped, whirling around as the magnitude of this slight fell upon her like the weight of the tide. What monster could do this? Tears, from both emotion and thick smoke fell from her eyes, and she turned to face the God of the Sun. "How could you!" she screamed. "Why? What could any of us do to you, you foul creature! Monstrous devil! Stop!"

What reason did she have to live if not for these trees?





Korra Posts: N/A
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#3

Seeking refuge from the unbearable heat of the sun, Korra had slumped down beneath an old pine, slumbering through the worst hours of the day. At night, when the moon rose mighty and full, she would return to life with replenished energy. This blistering heat was getting on her sore nerves, making her even more irritable and impatient than usual. As a consequence, she chose to seclude herself from the others for a while, not wanting to create a rift between her and the other members of the herd. The savage stretched out her nape on the ground, eyes slipping closed… But then she smelled it.

Smoke. Her eyes were at once wide open, head raised to see if she could locate the source. Then she could hear it as well, the flames crackling, and the heat so intense it knocked the wind out of her. Jumping to her feet, the large pine above her suddenly caught fire, turning into a roaring inferno of flames; Korra felt the panic, leaping forward, soon finding herself engulfed in flames. She could smell burnt hair, seared flesh, and the smoke was choking her. Around her, the other wildlife was fighting for their life as well, running blindly into the flames that seemed to stretch on and on.

Breaking through the undergrowth, Korra was finally free of the burning forest. She threw herself on the ground, rolling around to extinguish a couple of flames that were crawling down the pelt of her back. There was no pain, not at this point, her adrenaline made sure to spare her of any sensation. Getting back on her feet, she realized she had burning vines tangled around her antlers, eyes darting around with fury to locate the fool that did this. The barbarian only found what she had expected; the sun god, watching with thrill as the flames were ruining their home. At that point, she knew her odds were bad, but the rage was blinding. It was her duty to protect this home from any harm, and right now this asshole was turning it into charcoal.

She hardly noticed Hellena, only saw a figure out the corner of her eye. A horrible, raw scream crawled from her lips, tearing the air asunder, as the savage threw herself at the sun god, antlers aimed at his throat. Her odds were poor, but she could not stand there, watching. Action was her only way of persuasion, so she shut off her thoughts and let her instinct roar.


Seiren Posts: 43
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5
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#4
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Flames. They danced up like the devil from its hellish realm. Smoke and char was left in its wake, an unbelievable presence followed behind. Grey ears snapped back and Seiren bared her teeth at the evil. The little arab twisted around and broke into a ferocious gallop, something screamed danger inside and Seiren wanted to meet it head on. The smell grew stronger, the heat brushed against her fur. The cry of Hellena reached her lobes and the mare clenched her will.

She imagined the raging clouds, its roar so loud it deafened all her opponents. The icy hail that pelted all around, removing all from her path. Keeping this image in mind Seiren unleashed the force of her storm, its normal ferocity diminished by the wrath of the Sun God. The mare clenched her teeth as the hail began to hammer down, cursing at the frailty of her power in front of such might.

"How dare you enter these lands! How dare you mark the place our Goddess holds dear!" She screamed at the Sun. Her anger driven storm following along.



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d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
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#5
He was here.

The fire. The presence. The smoke. The arrogance.

The Doctor moved.

In the face of a god d'Artagnan was sure it would be his death, yet he was picked by his Goddess to look after this herds wellbeing. And so he moved, stalking through the trees, a methodical pace for a methodical mind. Each stride he got closer, each blink his resolve strengthened. In death there was release, in fleeing there was endless torture. He was tasked to look after his brothers, his sisters, the hatred for the cursed Sun blackened and came to a head.

A storm brewed in defiance. d'Artagnan recognized the magic to be his true sister's, its brittle fight had an edge lost on it. He put it down to the Sun's influence. It was rare for the grey menace to have an off day. Thoughts moved swiftly, he could not smell his King on the wind. Hoping this was a good fact, d'Art moved into a swift canter and powered into the scene before him.

The seer and two warriors stood in defence and d'Artagnan nodded in satisfaction at their fealty to the land. Now a Doctor was added to the ranks and he contemplated the burning scene before him. Must it always start with fire? Predictable sod he grumbled inwardly. Fire was hard to deal with, hard to stop once it was set alight. And in a heat wave like this, it could burn for days on end.

Muscles tensed and the glass shards of his horn lowered in defence.

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Cineviam Posts: N/A
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#6

It's best to have failure happen early in life.
It wakes up the Phoenix bird in you so you rise from the ashes.
– Anne Baxter


Whoosh!

A gush of heat washed over the cinder beast before the snap, crackle and pop of combustion reached his ears. Cineviam turned to see snakes of flame wriggling up the trees and into the branches. Leaves and needles alike erupted into flames as if they had been soaked in gasoline, so dry from baking in the prolonged season of Tallsun. Soon the air would be full of acrid smoke but it would not bother him. His very breath was ash.

Instead of fleeing the territory for safety, the wiser decision for he had no magic that would combat the flames, the soot-stained stallion sought the source out. For he too had an inkling at what – or rather who –he might find behind this torrid tempest. It appeared that he wasn’t the only one with this impulse; he could barely make out Hellena’s screaming over the racket and other shapes were moving in the same direction, all dark and nameless against the blazing backdrop.

If there was one thing Cineviam had learned over the years it was: the Powerful were intensely proud of their power. The Gods of fear needed to preen and be admired, to see how their power humbled and terrified those who were powerless before them. He didn’t know what to expect from these God’s of Helovia, not one of the three had seen fit to grace him with their divine presence yet. His breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of the golden God with his antlers and wings.

He found the whole experience… underwhelming.

Covered in soot smears from head to toe, perpetually surrounded in a cloud of black powder, his appearance should speak volumes about his experience with fire. He’d seen many a place burn and lived to stain his heavy feathers by walking in the aftermath. It would be no different here. Fire would not be what killed the one who followed the path of ash and he was disappointed in His creativity expressed in the imaginative forms of destruction. Still he didn’t dare turn his back on the Sun God because he knew that the God wanted His demonstration witnessed, demanded it, and would probably be more furious if ignored.

One of the mortal mares did manage to surprise him.

The antlered one, apparently ruled by her emotions, she flung herself in defense of her home and while he thought it commendable, Cineviam wouldn’t have advised it. He didn’t rush to her aid either and did what she couldn’t do: rest a leg and watch.

And learn.


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Kou Posts: 93
Aurora Basin Mare
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.0 :: 4
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#7
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Kou
The stench of burning grass and wood was bitter in her nose. She could almost taste it in the air and as so many of her brethren did, she followed the smell. Kou stopped and stood frozen in place at the sight of the Sun God burning down her home. She was startled by Korra throwing herself at the God. "Fool." Kou murmured, her head shaking. How simple it would be for the Sun God to kill her. One beat of his massive, fiery wings and she would be nothing more than a burning corpse, slowly turning to ash. Another mare brought on a storm of hail that did little more than beat them all senseless.

"Why do you do this?" Kou turned her attention to the Sun God and she stepped forward to face him with the mare who called on the hail storm. "Wouldn't your time be better spent punishing the ones who overthrew your order?" Stupid Sun God. And where was the Moon Goddess to aid them. Surely she could be seen during the daylight hours. There were times when she could see the moon itself in the sky. "The ones who now claim your patroned land as their own home." Her anger simmered below the surface, but Kou struggled to keep her cool and show the Sun God just how foolish he was being. "Yet you waste your time here tormenting the ones who had nothing to do with it."


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Aurelius Posts: N/A
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#8

The small steed was strolling back into The Edge, calm and rather content with life. True, the heat was still unbearable, seemingly getting hotter by the minute, the further he walked into the herdland. But he had just spent most of his day exploring a place called ‘Frostbreath Steppe’, where the temperature had been more to his liking. He would live there, if he could; unfortunately, he had obliged himself in another direction.

Aurelius raised his head at the smell of smoke, sounds of flames and commotion soon reached him. A harsh snort emitted him, setting off into a canter to see what was going on. The scene that spread out before him was one of complete horror; the forest was going up in flame, the other herdmembers gathering quickly to try and stop its source of destruction. Eyeing the flaming figure, Aurelius figured this would be the infamous god of the sun.

Suddenly, a brown mare broke out from the line, throwing herself at the god with her head lowered and her eyes wild with pain and fury. Aury didn’t think twice, he flung himself forward too, short legs galloping the best he had learned. Lowering his head, he charged and hit his target at full throttle, right in the ribcage. Yet his aim was not the god; the brown mare yelped in surprise, tumbling to the ground, caught out of balance as he rammed into her center. In a state of shock, she laid on the grass with glazed eyes, shivering as the pain from her burns was getting to her. Aurelius helped her up, hoping he hadn’t broken her ribs. "Are you completely out of your mind? What the hell were you thinking!?" He snarled, dragging her along, out of the reach of the flaming god.

Facing the others, he had a sour expression on his rugged face. "Aren’t you a bunch of comrades? I leave this place for five minutes and shit hits the fan," he spoke, leaving the shaking Korra at a good distance from the rest. "Pull yourself together and stop trying to get yourself killed. You’re hurt," he added, noting that she had probably been caught in the flames. Turning to the god of the sun, he spoke once more, calmly this time. "Some certainly know how to make themselves noticed. You wanted our attention; mission accomplished. Now, if you’d be as kind as to explain to us the reason that you’ve turned our home into a, pardon me, goddamn bonfire? That would be swell, as the young’uns say," he spoke dryly, mismatched eyes showing the fury that lacked display on his face.

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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER
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#9
Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

He'd wandered his skeletal forest of drying trees to the Edge where the mists no longer poured into the ocean - a statue of despair and silent contemplation, a slowly melting creature sculpted out of ice and snow. He sighed, once more trying to suppress the feeling of hopelessness that roiled within his heart and weighed heavy upon his crowned head. Listlessly his pale eyes glared at the horizon, and likely he would've stood there until moonrise hadn't a stray gust of wind brought with it the scent of smoke, ash, charred wood. Like a cold finger trailing his spine, Mauja shivered once and then froze - eyes glued to the horizon, breath stuck in his throat. "No..." came the choked whisper, the taste of sulfur in his mouth; heart hammering, the King spun, distress written plain upon his face. Black towers of smoke stretched up towards the relentless, unforgiving sun, mocking him and his Moon; the dried trees were like kindling, breaking, catching fire, screaming out their pain as the orange flames hungrily licked up their trunks.

"No... Nononononono NO!"

It was so much more than watching your kingdom crumble. It was called fear and it tasted bitter, it was adrenaline in the veins, the twitches in your nerves, it was like flinching at every shadow and barely being able to breathe. The one thing Mauja feared above all else was fire, and only the sheer drop at his back kept him from backing. One step was all it took and there'd be nothing to stand upon; he swallowed the lump in his throat, closed his eyes for a second. Hellena's and Korra's despaired shrieks came to his ears, and for a brief moment, the FrostHeart wanted to fall asleep and never wake up to the fiery nightmare. Of course, he couldn't - he had a duty given by his Moon, and it was to protect his people. He didn't protect them by stand at the Edge and quiver with fear. He protected no one that way.

Step by step the pale King drifted closer, into the smoke-filled trees were a few stubborn cervidae were fleeing what little grazing had been left; they fled and his heart wanted to flee with them. Step by step he sped up, until he was cantering madly through the trees, sweat lacing his sides and orange fear dancing in the whites of his eyes; what mattered was not how it pounded in his chest, but what mattered was that he was there, despite the fear. As a thing of winter he'd always feared flame and heat the most, and now it was more evident than ever. Mauja let his eyes close briefly, knowing the roots, then opened them again. The Sun is all his assholery glory stood there in his forest as if he owned the god damn place, spreading his ugly wings and fanning the flames. Korra lay tangled with Aurelius on the ground, and a fierce whinny erupted from Mauja's throat. Fear still fluttered in his frosty heart, and water dripped from the tip of his horn down on his nose, but he could not run. Would not. He'd stand his ground. He issued another challenge to the God, pawing at the Earth, and listened to Aurelius demands of explanation.

"He's upset because a bunch of Pegasus kicked his Order in the ass," Mauja spat, standing on the other side of the blazing God from the rest of his herd. He was sweating, nearly blinded by his proximity to the bright flames. No amount of ice spikes could wall off the forest from the flames. He couldn't save it. He could only spit in the God's face and refuse to back down or relocate. Mauja would see his forest regrow. He couldn't see who else had gathered here, the smoke and the fire played too many tricks on his running eyes, but he would protect them, every single one of them, to the best of his extent. He ground his teeth together, pawing once more at the dust-like dirt, issuing another silent challenge. Let me burn and leave my land be.

Stand with me, brothers and sisters. We are of the Moon. Stand with me, and let us drive him from our home.
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
#10

It was not for the sake of the herd members of this land that this dark mare happened across the World’s Edge today. The scent of burning had infected the air of most of Helovia, and instead of curl away from it, Mirage had to investigate. Her brothers, giant that they were, flanked her sides, having been the ones to inform her of the Sun God’s fury originally, they were eager to help. Her sister, brought up the rear, a shadow with moonlight etched upon her hide, always curious to the happenings of the realm.

The siblings were the definition of balance; one who led them, a mare, whose coat bore no markings bar that of a golden dragon, and whose soul contained magic of the Light. The brothers, named from Fire and Shadow, needed the other to survive; they were always less of themselves when the other was not there to act as a buffer. The sister, a ray of moonlight and darkness, showed that the brighter one shines the darker their shadow falls. A golden dragon also decorated the skies above the trio, and she represented the fire that existed with the charred little mare.

Balance was important, it was critical to the survival of things. Darkness and Light needed each other to survive, just as Fire and Wind did, and without the supporting effects of Water and Earth, none of the others would exist. In saying that, without all of the others, there would be no cause for Water or Earth to exist – the elements existed with each other for a reason.

Apparently this reason had become skewed, lost, forgotten, in the minds of an angry God.

The siblings knew of rage. They knew of a fire that burned within their souls, gifted to them by their beloved father. It was a red haze that overtook all other senses, an out of control, unpredictable state that each of them fought to control every second. Madyrn, being the most like his father in personality, was the most prone to let his rage show – if not for his brother, his constant comrade, he would be unbearable.

It was for the lands that Mirage led them here, for these lands had the sacred blessing of the Moon Goddess. But it would be like the weasel of a Sun God to act during the day against his sister, and the siblings wanted to weep at the loss of such precious land. Silently they came, now two sisters side by side, with brothers manning the outer; four equines defining the balance of the elements, to stand by the current King of the Edge.

Golden eyes flicked to the frosty one’s, Mirage acknowledged him as the Edge’s King, though not her own King. She wondered idly whether the presence of herself and her siblings would cause strife in the politics of it all; there was a time when Mauja had opened his borders to Mirage and her kin – but frankly, she did not care. She did not stand here for him, nor really for herself – but for her Goddess, who could not stand here when the Sun was high in the sky.

“Your point has been made, Lord Solar.” Mirage’s voice was strong, and cut clearly across the surrounds, though she didn’t need to shout, she was simply able to project it with such power and authority as naturally as the grace with which she held herself. Their limbs were scorched from trekking across the burnt lands, their hearts sorrowed – they would defend themselves, but a war against a God was not one they felt like plunging into blind and without thought.


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Rishima Posts: 137
World's Edge Moon Advocate
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2 :: 15 Buff: NOVICE
Kali :: Common Griffin :: Draining Clutch Charks
#11
Foolish; it was all foolish, and I could not but laugh bitterly to myself, exchanging glances with my brothers as we made our way through the scorched earth, the rank stench of burnt terrain stinging our nostrils, the smoke pricking tears into the corner of our eyes. All of this destruction, all of this death, for one god's temper tantrum. I found it amusing, in a dry, ashy way, that stained my tongue and stuck to the top of my mouth. Power was intoxicating, I knew, and the Sun was drunk on it, teetering on his perch of the sky, and now, rolling across the Earth, threatening to burn all in his path.

It was all so foolish.

The Edge looked like it may have been beautiful, once, but now the smoke hung over it in a sheet so dense that the land beneath it was scarcely visible. I stepped lightly around the fallen trees, soot smearing and disappearing into my hide, small scratches appearing under the angry touch of broken branches and brittle thorns. Beneath the pungent stench of dying embers, faint traces of life were detectable - scents of sweat, of fear, of life. Hoofprints, cloven, unicorn. Mirage told me of this place, where unicorns lived alone and others were unwelcome; I wondered how the Lord of this place might react to our trespass. Not that I was afraid. My siblings stood around me; it would take more than a few foolish unicorns to shake my confidence, or curiosity.

At last they appeared before us, the line of angry unicorns throwing insults at the Sun - foolish, foolish creatures, why do you jab at the wounded beast? Why? Mirage and I were of the Moon, and our brothers too, but we had no desire to leap into the fray against a divine power without any consideration of the consequences? A snort leaves my nostrils at their childish behavior. The Lord of Sun was an impressive creature, winged and horned and dripping with fire; as we drew to a halt, I dipped my skull in some respect. Yes, I thought him a fool for his outburst of childish rage, but he was nevertheless a king of the sky.

As I lifted my eyes, Mirage spoke, her strong voice ringing through the group with power and authority. It never fails to impress me, how much my little sister has grown, how strong she is now. Gaze was thrown to my brothers, knowing they shared my feelings of protectiveness for my baby sister. I let my alto voice join Mirage's calm tones, mine glittering with a lower strength than her natural grace, addressing the assembled unicorns rather than the vengeful god. "Calm yourselves," I direct, voice echoing with a quiet force, eyes glinting with fire. "Your crying falls on deaf ears; your insults are pointless. The Sun has already burnt your home; do not help him find it in his heart to make ashes of you, too." Foolish creatures, impulsive and thoughtless, young and arrogant. I feel nothing for them, except the desire to avoid more death.

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#12




The Sun God ascended to the heavens in a pillar of fire, leaving the forests burning around him. The fools. How dare they treat him like a mortal? He made sure to promise that he would terrorize them all, forever. What could these fools do?

In his absence, the fire seemed to take on a form of its own. A massive, dragon-like shape flickered in the flames, and it glared down the seer, snorted a puff of thick smoke that sent the delicate mare careening, unconscious into a tree.

All those who had tried to attack the glorious god of the sun suffered severe burns, and all of those yelled suffered minor burns. Hail rained from the sky, an obvious power from the moon god, and the dragon-like fire roared out its final breath.

The animation in the fire was gone and it sank, burning tree and grass to ash. A large section of the once, full forest was injured and blackened. Leaves, already ill from the sun were charred on the forest floor. The ground was barren.

As if by a small miracle, light rains extinguished the fires that were still burning within the trees and the earth, a promise from the moon god. A silent whisper that they were not forgotten. That she had a plan.

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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
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#13
Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

He wasn't going to answer. He just looked at them coldly, and from the corner of his smoke-red eyes Mauja saw Mirage, of all mares, and an entourage come in as if they owned the place. Already being pushed over the edge, he felt nothing but annoyance at them showing up, speaking their high and mighty words, pleading with them to calm down when their home was burning and pain was ringing in their hearts and souls and bodies and flames licked up around them, scorching hair and blistering skin... The King coughed, ignored them, stared at the God... and snorted, tossed his head up, wild eyes rolling, backed up a couple of steps, when the sudden pillar of fire tore through the clearing and the sky. He barely managed to stifle the shrill screech forming in his lungs, but he trembled, and the flames continued to rise. His heart was hammering too hard, too fast, it felt like it would burst from his chest and run out his throat and gallop away into the night and leave him a bloody wreck, but a dragon rose from the fire and with the arrogant carelessness of gods it flicked his Seer into a tree.

Hellena was an aging mare with a fragile-looking body; she was thin, harmless, mysterious, wise, and as if she was nothing but a doll, a broken plaything, her body spun through the air, reflecting fire upon her pale hide. She crashed into the hot, charred stumps, slid without moving to the ground, and even as hail began to fall the flames licked closer to her fallen form. "HELLENA!" he screeched, voice raw and ragged, genuine worry outshining the brittle edge of fear. Flame leaped out to engulf the knocked-over Korra, flame leaped out at all of them, but Mauja barely felt the stinging pain anymore. Too many emotions were rolling through him, and in a desperate attempt to protect the defenseless Seer he tore ice from the ground, broad but relatively thin spikes rising up to form a wall around her. They wouldn't last forever but the dragon-thing had pulled back, the hammering hail lessening to gentle, soothing rain, and some of the panic pulled back from his mind. Fire, he thought with loathing. Fire always undid him. Fire always sent fear coursing through his body, and panic, it made him irrational, and the bright flames always magnified themselves in his head. Fire, he thought again, and shuddered.

Things had to be dealt with. Wounded tended to. Unwanted equines driven out.

The FrostHeart King pulled in a shuddering breath that reeked of burnt hair and damp firewood, and cautiously stepped into the scorched heart where the fire pillar had thundered into the sky. Adrenaline was slowly bleeding out of his system, leaving him feeling weak and lethargic and the pain from his various burns came in like a deep, throbbing flood, but he forced it aside; with the same grinding, unpleasant noise did the half-melted ice fall back into the ground, making the fallen Seer accessible. "d'Art, Kou," he barked, then coughed. The smoke had made his lungs and throat raw, and he felt like eating a glacier to soothe it. "Tend to the wounded, round up what help you can." A brief glance around told of many minor burns, but those worst off were unconscious Hellena, Korra - passionate, stupid Korra - and Seiren, who had tried to hail on them all. Beyond the smoking portion he guessed his forest was relatively untouched, but it still hurt to see it. It hurt and he cried and blamed it on the smoke.

And now, to deal with the equines... Mauja wouldn't have minded having Aurelius or d'Artagnan beside him, but the short stallion had likely been caught in the flames around Korra and the Sun, and d'Artagnan had a far more important purpose right now. Weary and wanting few things besides to run a spike to the mouthy mare who had spoken second he hoofed it over to them, pleased with the pointless fact that he was taller than all of them. Water dripped from the point of his horn, the bone white revealed when the protective layer of blue frost was melted. He felt naked without it.

"Mirage," he greeted her, giving the two bodyguards and the mouthy one a brief look. Get out get out get out. "As you can see, the Sun decided to pick on his sister's lands - you chose a bad time to visit. What brings you here?" It lacked the usual grace, it was tired, tired, and he didn't want to talk to her at all, but he had to, so he did, and he pretended that it was okay, masked his irritation with shadows of his wry humor. Mauja wanted to bury himself somewhere in the cold snow, but there were only embers here, and embers weren't cold; he watched the equines with tired, sad eyes, hoping they had no business here except checking in to witness the Sun's capacity for themselves.
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
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#14

The blinding light from the pillar of flames caused all the siblings to shut their eyes tight behind charred lashes, the brothers instinctively stepping their forms between that of their sisters, who bowed back from the heat. They took the brunt of the heat, though the forelegs of Mirage did singe and sting as charred hairs literally became charred. Madyrn’s right side and Maskan’s left felt the flames lick their barrels, their teeth ground behind their thick maws in anger at the pain. But they would protect their sisters from this monster, which now appeared to be a great dragon. Akaith roared an angry retort at the fiery illusion of her own kind, angry at the evil connotations the Sun God was applying to her species.

Then the hail began, and ice burned just as bad as fire. But the simmering effects of the frozen liquid were soon felt, and then the ice became rain, and everything seemed to slow down. The band of siblings rose from their bowed positions, which had been taken defensively, instinctively, to peer at their surrounds, their own breaths coming harshly, raggedly, simply from the adrenaline the event had stirred within them. That others were injured finally crossed their minds, and with sorrow they looked on, though there was little they could do. Mirage was surprised to see the King behaving almost compassionately about his fellows, but the sting of her forelegs had changed her plans, she now wished to leave the lands, lest she stir too much animosity amongst the now charred unicorns.

“The Sun God’s very antics brought us here.” She spoke her reply dryly to the King, her voice cracked and her expressions unreadable behind vacant stares. The brothers had assumed their positions beside their sisters once more, though they shifted their weights often, the pain upon their barrels smarting and causing an unrest that they longed to bathe in what was left of a stream in the Foothills. Knowing this, Mirage continued speaking. “I came to show my support for the lands of the Moon.” Do not forget, Mauja, I too was blessed that evening. “I wish I could offer more than my simple condolences for what has occurred, King of the Edge.” She said this with some honesty, though she also knew that Anthym resided in these lands with her curious healing peaches, but did wonder how the current weather might be affecting the production of said fruits. The mare was truly saddened by the damage wrought upon these moon-blessed lands, but time would heal all wounds, and given the forgiving rain that sprinkled upon them, perhaps even time could be sped up.

The mare dipped her tiara to the King, the frosty unicorn would never be her King, but he was the current King of the realm blessed by her chosen Goddess, and so by that, she would offer him what respect she could muster. The brothers seemed to wince their nod at him, and Rishima – well, Mirage had already turned and was walking away, though of course they would never leave without the moonlit belle. Though they walked with a grimace and some pain in their step, they still walked, and kept up their guard, until they were well away again, amongst the safe clutches of the secure trees of the Thistle Meadow.


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It tore at his heartstrings, to witness the havoc that was reeking in his home. The wildness and fear in Mauja’s eyes, his wounded comrades and the all-consuming flames; a soft whinny of distress escaped him as the fire tinged him. Luckily, his thick fur could protect him some, so he was only marked by superficial buns, but he was faced with quite a task of trying to keep distance between him and the licking flames. The imp tried to help Korra from where she was reclining, but the embers were already dancing across her hide, so it was only little good his help could do. Hail started to fall and the fire beast drew his last breath, vanishing into thin air. Aurelius sighed, partly in relief and partly in sorrow, for what laid before him was a miserable sight. He checked on Korra to see that she was still responsive, though her glazed sight and trembling body witnessed a state of shock; Hellena was also in a bad shape, but he had no time to go check on her before his attention was brought to the intruders.

His tiny lobes flicked in their direction as he heard speech; who were they, to march in like that, mocking them in their own home? Realizing that there was nothing he could do for his family, that he was not going to help by gawking at them, he trotted over to place himself next to his liege king. Glistening eyes peered at the siblings from behind his thick forelock, his once silver tresses now tinged by ash. Physically, he did not pose a threat to any of the intruders, but his cunning wits and sharp tongue had often proved handy in such situations. Aury looked at each one of them in turn; the big, brooding stallions that flanked the sides of their smaller sister, and the silver-tinted female at the back, who had spoken insultingly towards them seconds earlier. His eyes grew hard as he looked at her; he would’ve loved to see how she would react, should someone set her family and home on fire.

The rain was pouring over him, washing the ash from his hide like gentle kisses, forming a puddle of dirty water under him. The relief on his burns felt heavenly, and he drew a deep breath, listening as Mirage stated the purpose of their visit. Aurelius noticed that the equines hadn’t gone untouched; their behavior made him pity them less. He did not speak; he didn’t have to, for as the mare had spoken, all four of them returned in the direction they had arrived. Odd eyes wandered to Mauja, seeing the exhaustion in the pale stallions face. "We shall prevail," were the only words spoken. That they resonated from the small stallion seemed wondrous, for the tone was nothing like his usual way of speech; dry, stern, frigid. When threatened on his home and fellows, sweet Aurelius turned cold.


Hellena Posts: 64
World's Edge Seer
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Tears of smoke ash and emotion filled her eyes as she begged for the Sun God to leave her home alone. Her dear home. She had lived here for so long. Seen ages pass. Seen saplings grow into trees. Trees that now cried too. Her body hurt as she was launched against one of the trees, and she slid down to the ground, legs curled beneath her body like a foal. She let her head rest to the ashen earth as he mind drifted into darkness.

When she woke again, she tasted blood, and the red liquid poured from her mouth. She coughed a spray of it, and she carefully hauled her body up and onto her small hooves. The tree she leaned against groaned, everything that he once made it living, drawn away. Tears still slid from her eyes, and she moved deeper into the forest, limping pathetically. She paused at each fallen tree and whispered a prayer of forgiveness and love. None of these newcomers could understand.

None of them knew this forest when it was young and youthful, filled with the joyous laughter of its inhabitants. Now, it was broken. She moved ever farther into the forest. She knew how to disappear. For the first time in her long life, she felt hatred. She wanted to go after the Sun God. She wanted every last fire snuffed out. Even if it meant the end of the world, cast in darkness, she would take it if it meant his demise.

Most of all, she felt betrayed. No longer did the Moon God show her the world in the mists. She sat up in her night sky and did nothing. Everything she had put her heart into was damaged and broken.





d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
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#17


Burning. Everything was burning.
Turmoil. Everything was turmoil.

The Doctor stood stunned for a moment, not foolish enough to charge straight at a god and not strong enough to stop his idiotic rage. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, the trees charred and unicorns fell. Cries of rage as if he was stood in the middle of a great war. But, how could that be? He was one and they were many. How can someone wield so much power, enough to destroy the woody cliffs of the Edge. And where was his goddess, the one who had blessed him with the power to heal? Time was slowing. The seer, Hellena, was flung hard into a tree by the venomous will of the God. He could vaguely hear his King cry out her name, it was like someone had stuffed his ears and he was watching through a window. He watched as a shadowy mare seemed to have appeared in all the madness, complete with a trio of family members. Twins and another femme, similar in appearance. d'Artagnan didn't really notice, they were not of his herd and not of his concern. He laid his ears back at the comments made by Rishima, her ice cold attitude doesn't do much to help the situation either. Mares. His thoughts retorted but now was not the time to be picking petty fights. Mismatched eyes watched another two fall, Seiren his sister and Korra the new warrior in the ranks.

"d'Art, Kou,"

His spoken name snapped the red stallion into action. His King had orders and it was his duty to carry them out. At first he didn't want to leave Mauja undefended, but Aurelius was there. Small in size but d'Artagnan trusted his King's decision to include the little pony. He seemed braver than he looked. The Doctor had other matters to tend to. It was now he could be useful. Kou... Wait?! Where the blast has she gone?! For a moment d'Art thought he had lost his ever faithful nurse, he broke into a short collected canter with eyes and nose scouting out the cremello arabian. A flash of gleaming white and a petite body sent the Doctor's heart rate tumbling down a morsel. She had been close to Seiren but not faced the brunt of his force like his unfortunate sister had. "Kou! We have a job to do. With me, quickly" his gaze had lingered long enough to check she was not seriously injured. Burn marks scorched his own blood coloured fur, but it was of no moment and would heal in time. He set his hooves into the ground and spun back in the other direction, his first incentive was to heal the seer, Hellena. However when he looked over again she had gone, fled into the forest in a fit of rage or misery. d'Artagnan cursed profusely under his breath, she would kill herself should she push too far. He had hoped she would of calmed under her injuries, at least long enough for him to get to her. d'Art shifted his medical gaze again and this time rested it on Korra. The warrior had also been knocked down but the flames seemed to get to her quicker. A worried frown creased across his face as he bolted in that direction, indicating for Kou to follow him.

A gift from his goddess, rain, seemed to harness the fire and flitter it away to nothing. It left the crumpled body of Korra now lying, soaking, on the charred floor. Unconscious. "Of all the idiotic things, that was the worst I have ever seen. Ever." He huffed away as his mind took in her injuries and burn marks, she had managed to tangle herself in a set of vines too. Gathering his healing will he directed it towards her exhausted body, "Kou, carefully remove the vines from her." He was glad for her presence, the stallion allowed her some room if she wished to observe.

Darkness unfurled around the severely burned wounds. Its winds of the moon covering every inch of Korra's body. d'Artagnan's face contorted into pure concentration as he healed. In more harshly injured places his mind followed the curves in her muscles, bones and nerves; soothing and cooling. Burns were the worst kind for attracting infection, the Doctor purged this from poisoning her blood which in turn stopped the discharge that came from her body. He fixed the minors next, healing tissue and turning the burnt patches into scars. The warrior would have a fair few scars, they tended to stick around for a while. Especially in the more severe places. d'Artagnan tried his best to reduce the scarring as much as possible by healing as fast as possible. He replaced the energy she had lost with his own, speeding up the body's natural healing process. Finally, he did a once over. Checking this time for broken or sprained bones in her fall, fixing what he must and removing debris left in her body. He sighed and the winds began to dissipate, immensely tired from the exertion. d'Artagnan watched Korra, hoping for her to come round and that he had not been to late. That she had not given up on him. That she had survived.



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Kou Posts: 93
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It wasn't the appearance of the equines that helped to fuel Kou's anger, but the way they appeared, slinking in like snakes. Her blue eyes, normally so full of kindness were hard now, especially as she looked at the black and white mare. "You act with calmness when it's your home that's burning around you." The white mare challenged before turning back to the Sun God. Seconds later he was nothing more than a pillar of fire, shooting up toward the sky. Kou shrank back as the heat of it all threatened to singe her and steal the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as the fire took on the form of a dragon and angled itself at the Seer who was thrown like a ragdoll against a tree. Immediately, Kou began to move toward her then stopped as the icy spikes shot up into the air. Hail began to pelt them again and the fire dragon roared before disappearing. The hail turned into a gentle rain and, finally, the fires were put out. Kou heaved a sigh and looked around at all of her charred herdmates and she felt tears sting her eyes. Some of them were bad off, looking as though death had already taken them. She could only be thankful that she had suffered only minor burns to her legs and hadn't ended up like their poor Seer or their warriors.

"Kou!"

"d'Art?" The mare turned, searching out her doctor. When she found him coming toward her she looked him over, seeing that he'd been burned as well but relieved that he was not as bad off as some of the others around them. "Are you okay?" She was concerned for him. His injuries might not have been serious, but he was still injured and would have to heal their herdmates. She was already worrying that he would put too much into healing everyone else and injure himself farther.

Still, Kou moved to d'Art's side and moved with him as he searched out the Seer who had already taken off. Instead of going after her they went to Korra, who had foolishly attacked the Sun God. Her body was severely burned. How the mare was still alive and breathing Kou had no idea. One of her ears tilted toward d'Artagnan as he grumbled to himself. When he finally gave her instructions to remove the vines, Kou went to work. She was careful at picking them away from the burned flesh. In spots they seemed to be stuck. The little mare tried to be as gentle as possible in removing them, but she had a feeling that if Korra should be conscious she wouldn't think it was so gentle.

With the vines removed Kou watched as the burns began to heal because of d'Art and his God given magic. She looked from Korra's body to d'Art's face and couldn't help but admire him for his abilities. Still, she worried that he would exhaust himself with all of the healing he was doing now. And there were still so many more needing his attention. "Be careful." It wasn't a suggestion or criticism,, merely a request and she hoped he would see it as such and not get offended.


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Her world had gone black. Screams and roaring flames resonated in her head, until the sky broke in rain and the gentle drizzle brought her back to this life. A groan escaped her, looking up in the face of the pony that had obstructed her attack on the golden devil. His eyes were kind, sincere concern resting in his mismatched pools. She wanted to say something, but was overwhelmed by exhaustion. Her body was one single, throbbing burn, but she was strong; she had always been strong. Eyes slid close once more, sleep seemed like a welcome relief, but at the same time she was worried that if she closed her eyes, she would never open them again. A voice broke through to her. Of all the idiotic things, that was the worst I have ever seen. Ever. A grunt was emitted from her, eyes opening as consciousness returned to her, staring into the face of d’Artagnan. "And what did you do, boy? Standing there, looking pretty?" The savage growled in her rasping voice, tossing her head in his direction, hoping to shove him with her antlers, only she was too weak and the motion was making her hurt. At least she still had her sharp tongue.

Foolish – was that all they would call her, after she had just risked her life to save them and their home? Inside, she felt a coldness creep over her. Clenching her teeth, she wanted to get up and walk away, return to her lonesome wanderings and let time do its work. She cared not for scars, she had so many already, and she had never been given a pretty face to worry about. While the doctor went to work, she hissed as the useless Kou removed vines from her body. Korra didn’t care for her presence; she didn’t care for what nasty thoughts they, her own brothers and sisters, would think of her. When the healing was done, she felt better, but the exhaustion was still upon her. Gathering her strength, she got up in an abrupt motion, stiffly staggering a few steps before shaking her hide. Looking down her side, she noticed the new scars on her brown pelt, and dry, cackling laugh escaping her. The barbarian’s eyes went to d’Art, a little hard in their depths, but she nodded respectfully to him. "Thank you, boy," she growled and turned away.

She strayed to the edge of the forest, moving slowly. Most of all she wanted to be gone from the gathering, with a wounded pride that she needed to nurture, no more pitying eyes or preaching words. Her glance went to Mauja, but that pony was still with him, and she didn’t feel like looking at his smug face. It was bad enough he had knocked her over; what’s worse was that she probably owed him her life. Korra did not like to be in debt with anyone.

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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
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#20
Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

He might stand before her and her siblings, eyes on them, tired mind attentive to their words, but his ears kept flickering to and fro, listening to what went on behind him. d'Artagnan and Kou seemed to have lost each other for a moment, he could hear the sound of his body upon the now-moist ground as he looked - and found. She sounded genuinely worried, and he fought the urge to smile. Instead, he let his ears flicker forward again, listening to Mirage. Ah, he thought, not surprised by the cause of her visit. Behind him, his ash-streaked tail swished tiredly - it was habit to do it, but he nearly winced each time the hairs struck a charred spot. He forced a sad smile onto his face, nodding. "I wish they were in better shape," he told her sorrowfully. "But I am certain she appreciates you coming here, Mirage." But I don't. His eyes went to the two stallions with her, before going back to her black form. "Thank you." He managed to push an ounce of warmth into his voice, watching her leave, but he wanted to spit after her. He was convinced she could offer a great deal more than mere condolences if she chose to. He guessed she didn't give one whit for the unicorn herd he nourished here, only for the Moon's eye across the Edge. His Edge. Disgusted with equines and the Sun in general he turned to observe the scene of chaos, nearly tripping over Aurelius as he did so. He hadn't noticed the pony moving in to stand beside him, and a look of surprise crossed his face when he noticed him.

"We shall prevail," he said, and Mauja gave him a fond, thankful smile before gazing at the mayhem. A charred circle was all that remained of where the God himself had stood, charred trees flanking it; Korra was stumbling up and spat a thank-you at d'Artagnan, which caused one of the King's 'brows to rise. Korra, saying thank you? That was something he would have to remember for quite some time. The savage mare moved off into the trees and he let her go, knowing that the Doctor would've done his work properly. He looked worn, though, but Seiren and Hellena - fuck, Hellena? - still needed to be treated. He cast about, looking for her fragile form, but it was nowhere to be seen. Untouched, hanging at the edges, was Cineviam; Mauja's eyes landed on him. "Cineviam!" he called out, picking up his aching hooves in a trot towards the sooty stallion, and surprised himself by hoping the pony followed him. It felt good to have someone trailing along behind, someone who was there, silently supporting. "Hellena took off into the forest, but she's wounded; see if you can find her, will you? She might hurt herself if she pushes herself too far..." Genuine worry tinged every word and he drifted off into silence. The draft stallion was part of the Edge herd. If he didn't understand the need to protect his herd mates, especially those who were Moon touched, Mauja would, tense as he was, kick his ass and give him a lecture.

He spun where he stood, hoping to not trip on short Aury again. Seiren remained of the wounded, but he wasn't sure if he could put d'Artagnan through another healing. He started to make his way across to them, pausing briefly to give Seiren's muzzle an encouraging bump, before coming to the Doctor and his Nurse. "d'Art," he greeted him, warmth, relief, playing through his entire body. "Kou." He turned to look at Seiren, and the direction Hellena - and hopefully Cineviam - had taken off. "I sent Cineviam after Hellena, I hope he finds her quickly... You look tired. Don't overwork yourself, but - do you think you could do a little something for your sister? Treat the deepest, take the edge off the pain, and then we can try to put her in a stream or the ocean." He grinned slightly. He had a notion d'Artagnan might enjoy tripping his sister into a stream, and that Seiren would not enjoy it at all, but they had to get her cooled off before the damage became too extensive... He didn't want to lose her. She was precious, intelligent, skilled, mildly frightening. He didn't want to lose anyone.

And the rain turned the ground into black rivulets of sodden ash.
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