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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 21, 2017 22:00:09 GMT -6
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Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 303: From One to Another!
Leader: Raja
Participants: Osamu, Jamais Vu, Lidian, Tomo, Ciel, Xiaozhi, Shiro
Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.
- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: The Royal Family has always been responsible for the safety and well being of the herd, but as of late many things seems to have thwarted such attempts. Not only has it made the herd uneasy but the feeling of failure has begun to run deep within the family itself and many do not sit well with it. Today is meant to be peaceful, a day to relax and listen for the God’s voices to break the unease of everyday life. But how long can peace last in a world filled with turmoil?
Time Of Day: Morning
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 24, 2017 16:49:44 GMT -6
Raja | Royal Family
Silence. Stillness. Perfection. All three of these things made for the most beautiful of holidays. The stallion's blue eye's blinked slowly, taking in the calm that had fallen upon the city. From afar, he could see the pagoda's of the temples standing tall and strong among the trees, nestled so perfectly into the Old District as if they were one entity. A deep breath drew in the cool cave air, the smell of clean earth and soil lingering like childhood memories. Beside him there was an old book lying open; its ancient pages torn at the edges where it was once smooth and new.
It had been a while since Raja had come to this part of the District, reading quietly beneath a maple tree in the midst of Breimian summer. Magic that held the city of Nariah together for generations warmed the air, protecting the herd from the cold darkness of the caves the surrounded them. Who could ever wish to give that up? The safety of this place, the connection the herd had to one another...HAD. So recently it had all gone up in flames. The sanctuary the stallion had grow up in, now allowing discord to seep between its cracks of disorder. It had angered the stallion so when Hajime had told them, his family, that he would allow those fire-loving equine within their walls. Had the child learned nothing of the past? He was just like his father, Isamu, who preached so wholeheartedly that equine could change; redeem themselves. But what could the worshipers of Ignacio know about Breim, about Argus and his gentle ways? They were but barbarians, heathens, and snakes. No better than the kirins.
A gentle sigh pushed the thought from the Royal's mind. No, this was a sacred holiday. A holiday of peace in which all attention was to be given to the spirits which Argus so graciously allowed to return to this earth. As the thought came, the first wisp appeared before him, its faint blue light glowing with gentle life. It hovered there, flickering like the flame of a candle as it swayed against a non existent breeze. Very quickly, others followed fading into the existence until the whole of the city was illuminated in a feint blue aura.
A smile crossed the marwari's lips, ears perked to hear the indistinguishable whispers like an echo in the tunnels. To hear their words was nearly impossible as according to legend, only those luck enough to receive a message were to hear the voices of those past. Raja had never been one of the lucky few to be blessed with such a gift, but non the less, he relished in its mystery.
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Post by mule-guts on Jan 25, 2017 1:42:59 GMT -6
Lidian | Echo
Word Count: 280
Post #: 1
Three months. It’s been three months since the beautiful underground city was at the mercy of Ignacio’s flame. Since the sounds of terrified screams and frantic flapping of leather wings filled the usually quiet caves. The warmth of the summer morning almost reminded the young mule of the unfortunate event. Not like she wasn’t reminded day after day, her legs stiff and ridged with a constant reminder. She let out a quiet sigh, trying not to dwell, today was not the day for that. Today was a day of remembrance. A day of silence. A day of peace.
Lidian was surely excited for this special day, her parents would always tell stories of the wisps and how they were messages from the Gods. “Hush…” They would say gently. “Listen.” Though, she wasn’t too excited to return to the capital city. It was still in ruins, despite the great effort of trying to rebuild, and the least indication that there was a great misdoing, the better. Nonetheless, this was a holiday she would wholeheartedly partake in. Just as she entered the Old District, her thoughts halted as a bright blue, ghostly flame appeared before her. Another. And, another, startling the Echo’s pale familiar, causing him to hop down from her back. Long ears perked and eyes widened as she lowered her head to them, half holding the raven back, half curious if she’d be one of the blessed to hear something. Nothing. And, why would she be?
A faint breeze blew through, as her ears fell to the side, childishly upset she couldn’t hear those mystical whispers. She nudged Fiacha, ruffling his already poofed feathers, suggesting they be on their way.
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Post by fossature on Jan 25, 2017 6:46:04 GMT -6
He had never liked the holiday.
The mere presence of the wisps forced an uneasy feeling in his gut, as they had every other year- even more so now that the Gods had been so unkind to his herd. The fiery, wavering forms of the spirits only gave him embittered flashbacks of the blue dragonsfire that wreaked its wrath upon his innocent herdsmates. Now feeling compelled to take out his irritation from the injustices to his brethren on the wisps, Ciel was far too close to shouting out his feelings at the vibrant spirits, if they really did relay messages to and from the Gods, hoping to break their peace and startle them away. However, he had more self-control than that, though barely. Just because he didn't celebrate the holiday didn't mean others couldn't... he'd just make it harder for them to. If his brother were here, he'd be taking the vow of silence like so many others out there... if only he were here. The shetland snorted and let loose a large-mouthed yawn.
He wasn't the one to stay silent. A day was just far too long for him to go without speaking. He didn't care much for the holiday or the wisps' respect, and the echoing silence was too eerie. On days like these he would often find himself having one-sided conversations, as it was rare to find another equine who were on the same boat as himself. However, as much as he hated this day and the blue balls of spirit that he didn't quite understand, he loved seeing others' disappointed or cross reactions when he would interrupt their 'perfect' silence by attempting to have a conversation with them. He would usually just get a stare or glare, maybe even a small whack, but if he was especially persistent he'd even get a hushed 'shut up', which he'd be satisfied with knowing that he ruined theirs, and the wisps', day. He did this under the logic that maybe if everyone stopped paying respect to the wisps, they will leave and there will be at least a little bit of magic gone from the world- a conclusion which he wanted very much. As he leisurely strolled, the pony was deaf to the wisps' whispers, writing them off as a ploy to get inside his head- and instead took in the elegance of the morning sun with a rather loud hummed tune, occasionally forcing a resounding sigh at nothing in particular just to spite those who remained quiet.
"Oi, Ciel," He half-shouted at himself, surveying around him to see if he could catch any disgruntled horses by surprise with his thunderous voice, though his speech was rather half-hearted. "Why don' we go to look around, eh? Wonderful idea, Ciel, you're a genius! Cheers, Ciel- I try." The pony felt another sigh escape his throat, except this time, it wasn't forced.
This was going to be a long day.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 25, 2017 18:50:06 GMT -6
Jamais Vu Guard of Breim
For once Jamais felt himself relax on this holiest of days. He was in a good mood, which many had found him as of late, from his recent promotion to being a true guard of Breim and the Royal family, to this holiday. A sacred holiday of magical wisps, a day where... everyone was quiets. Good gods, he never knew how much he loved the silence when everyone was silent. There was no whining voice ringing in his ears, no pleading, no nothing. Not a single soul spoke and Vu relished in this rare moment of silence. Gods, be good, but Vu of course prayed Ignacio would be better, Being blessed by the god himself, Vu nearly laughed allowed with the destruction of Breim by some dragons lead in by the very King of Aodh. Oh how chaos was slowly coming and Vu loved every single moment and it was such a damn shame he was stuck above the lands and could not witness it. But perhaps he would witness something else he thought.
Vu moved towards the temple knowing he was there to celebrate like everyone else, but he was told to keep an eye on things, and the Royal Family was of course one of them. Due to such things it seemed Breim, realized how defenseless they were and had acquired a few guards, Vu of course being one of them. He assumed it was all his good work with Lady Hotaru that had one it over with the decision. He thanked the gods, perhaps with this new role he could released some pent up frustration by beating a horse or too, but he could only dream.
Eyes narrowed a bit as a small wisp swirled before him, a blue fire. He quirked a brow curiously before blowing out a faint breath allowing it to continue to swirl and twirl elsewhere. Vu had no desire to try and strain his hearing to listen to the damn things. He doubted they said anything, and if they did, what did he care for the mere whispering of the dead. Once one was dead that was that, there was no second chance, no mere message like so many dared to dream and hope for from these wisps. It was just a way to comfort the equine that could not explain it, but Vu cared little for the little nuisance. He was here to keep a watch over things, make sure things run smoothly to try and set some equine at ease during this time of self reflect. Sickening he thought, he turned his gaze towards those that dwell around the temple eyeing those that came forwards.
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Post by Quorkbirb on Jan 27, 2017 14:38:43 GMT -6
Tomo | Tie
In the weeks following Aodh's visit, Tomo had spent an unusual amount of time inside her parent's house. She had become uncharacteristically depressed and spent days in the bedroom she shared with her siblings, sleeping in late and only emerging for food and to relieve herself. Even her sizable diet had shriveled in her sad state. The caves of the labyrinth were left unexplored by her and she neglected her duties at her parents shop, as well as her chores around the house. Her sisters and brother ushered her to take up her everyday routine again, that all was not forsaken and that Nariah would recover. Eventually, Tomo did recollect herself and resume her work around the shop and house, but she had yet to make an appearance in the winding tunnels of the labyrinth. Worry had snaked its way through her thoughts that something might happen while she was away. Another explosion, fire once more consuming the city, and she might become trapped in the tunnels or be unable to find her family in the mayhem when she returned.
It really wasn't the flames that traumatized Tomo so deeply, but instead, the reaction of her people. She remembered clearly the cold gaze of a royal that wrestled with an Aodhian. The foreigner had been trying to calm a dragon and ... the royal had smashed the creature's wings. Raja was his name, she wouldn't forget it. Breiman were wary of outsiders, this she knew all too well as her mother and her family originally came from Serora, but she didn't expect ... such hostility. It had made her sick with sadness.
Her family's home was luckily spared from the flames. It hugged the northwestern wall of the cavern and the fire had not managed to burn its way to that far perimeter. Family friends were not so lucky and so a couple of families were staying in Tomo's small family home. Tomo's family and their guests were walking together (creating a quite sizable group) towards the shrine for the celebration, but Tomo herself lagged behind. Poorly masked worry masked her features and she kept her head low as she walked, examining the charred stone road. Perhaps, she wondered, she would be chosen by a wisp to receive words of advice. Maybe a wisp could quell the uneasiness in her mind.
Just then, one of the mythical orbs danced before her eyes and away from the conglomeration of Breimans she had been trailing. Without thinking, she followed it hopefully. Where it lead her, however, caused her heart to sink. The spirit had led her to a maple tree and beneath it, sat the cruel royal Raja. She froze, unsure what to do, as sickness fought to rise in her throat.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 30, 2017 19:27:19 GMT -6
Osamu and Shiro | Maker and Echo
Osamu had rather been looking forward to this day. Not so much for the holy aspect of it- although that too was true- but for one very important side effect: Silence.
The Maker was very much looking forward to a blanket ban on the chatter of his Follower, Shiro. Oh, he was fond of the young mare, but by the everlasting glow did she like to make noise. Constantly. Of varying forms, difficult to predict and harder still to shut out. A day of silence, in which to reflect and honor Argus, seemed like just the thing for her.
As it turned out, Shiro was as adept at making herself heard while silent, as she was with full use of her tongue. If this one is Blessed with Telepathy, there will be no safe place left in Hireath, Osamu lamented to himself, as Shiro fairly vibrated with reproachful sullenness at his side. She had not wanted to leave her studio; a day of silence and contemplation, if it must be endured at all, was best endured at work. Although Osamu didn't exactly disagree, he did feel that the mare needed to get out more often. She had retreated into near solitude after the events of the Aodhian visit, nursing worse than a swollen hock and burned lungs. She had learned fear, and Osamu knew she needed to overcome it. So, here they both were, locked in a vow of silence while Shiro silently berated him with every reproachful eye roll and exaggerated tail flick.
Fighting the urge to roll his own eyes, Osamu maintained an outwardly placid appearance, which only exacerbated Shiro’s ire. Osamu had never claimed to be perfect.
For her part, Shiro was seriously contemplating putting frogs in Osamu’s quarters. She fumed at the injustice of being forced to leave her studio, hooves itching to be back safely and chipping away her her latest sculpture. That’s all it was, of course; she wasn’t afraid, no matter what the old palomino goat had to say on the matter. No, she wasn’t afraid, her throat was tight from marble dust, and her jumpiness was just irritation. Yes.
Something caught Shiro’s attention and she flinched, nostrils flared as she looked around quickly to track the movement, but it was just-
“Tomo-” Shiro started to call in surprise and greeting, the words dying and sputtering inelegantly in her throat at a sharp wing jab from her mentor. She cast him her most withering look yet, then sniffed and walked away, hoping to catch up with her friend.
Osamu watched her go with a baleful expression. Teenagers, honestly. He followed at a more sedate pace, nodding a greeting to Lidian. A voice caught his ears, and he almost turned, but then something else, someone else, caught the stallion’s eyes, which narrowed.
Jamais Vu, the guard, was there. Osamu did not trust him, or the looks he had caught the stallion throwing towards Shiro. Pale ears tilted back, and it was only with an effort that Osamu kept his placid expression. Angling so that he might keep an eye on Vu, the Maker nodded a second greeting to Raja. As Ciel’s not-so-quiet voice permeated the vicinity, Osamu swung a mildly censorious gaze on the doctor. Beyond the impropriety of it… he didn’t want Shiro getting any ideas.
Having reached Tomo, Shiro flagged her tail carelessly in the direction of Osamu and bumped her friend’s shoulder lightly with her own. Tomo seemed uncomfortable, and Shiro followed the Tie’s gaze to Raja. She looked back at Tomo, quirked her brows in an obvious question of “what gives?” She had, for the moment, quite forgotten to be nervous or mad.
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 1, 2017 18:45:26 GMT -6
Checkpoint 1//
Suddenly the quiet of the morning is broken as a cream rings through the cavern. The wisps react immediately, twitching and flickering as their peace is disturbed by the disruption. They pause for a moment before turning black; where whispers now silent screams in your ears. Then, all at once, the wisps vanish leaving a deep pit of worry in your gut. The day of silence is over. |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 1, 2017 19:45:53 GMT -6
Jamais Vu The Guard
Oh was it the fates that allowed the two to be so close, but so far? Eyes looked at Shiro, as he had to withhold that devilish smirk he wanted to smile. Oh how he craved to be near her, to see those eyes of hers look upon them, but he had little time to have such things. Thanks to the her guardian it seemed. Osamu, he regrettably sighed, such a shame he had to be hear as well. Surely he could be elsewhere anywhere, but it was to be accepted as Shiro was indeed studying from him. Sickening, he could teach her so much better things. Eyes glanced over as he spotted Ciel, what an adorable little footrest, he chuckled a bit as the half horse spoke. Odd little thing, his curiosity peaked. Ears flickered as he noticed Shiro head to Tomo, who was giving seeming a bit out of it. Nostrils flared a bit as he glanced about a bit, wondering if something was around, but alas nothing.
Everything seemed to be silent, that was until a scream broke through the silence, shattering it as if it was nothing. His body went on the reflex as he moved forwards instantly, ready to heard towards the scream, but that was before the wisps... The wisps that seemed to cease moving turning black, before the silent screams. What in the world was going on? He had never witnessed something like this, and he had to admit, it was far more interesting then the rest. Eyes turned to crowd, the time of silence clearly over. The wisps vanished and everyone was left alone with their thoughts. Such a dangerous thing. Vu trotted moved towards Raja, making sure no harm would come to the Royal family. Eyes looked to him as he dipped his head and it was clear Vu was ready to do his duty. "What will you have of me?" he asked Raja respectfully. While Vu was eager for chaos, he did have a job to withhold a new one at that and the last thing he needed was showing off to everyone his true colors. Such a pity.
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 2, 2017 19:19:59 GMT -6
Raja | Royal Family
The royal's ears flicked with annoyance as Ciel's words cut through the peace, a frown gracing the stallion's face. Surely not all believed in the power of the gods; outsiders most certainly unable to understand the ways of the Breim herd. It was nothing Raja hadn't seen before but the New Generation were now outwardly defying tradition. BLASPHEMY! Such atrocious behavior would not be tolerated and had it been any other day, the royal would have given the Doctor a firm lash of the tongue. As far as he was concerned, the New Generation were becoming worse than those who were considered outsiders. Betraying the age old believes and values of the once proud Old Generation, these free thinkers only wished to cause havic and scorn what their ancestors taught them... and Hajime was all but becoming one of them.
Nostril's flared at the thought of his younger cousin, the High King. How the child had always been wayward, just like his father. Grandfather would have never allowed such disobedience, such lack of respect for the ways of Breim. No, but even former king's bowed to new. Once Isamu had taken up rule, things had begun to change rather quickly. Talks of alliances with Aodh, expansion and cultivation of the land outside the caves, consul to other herds: it had all started when he took the crown. And now his son was to finish the job. It was no surprise Hajime turned out the way he did. And to think he had so much potential, remembering a time when Raja had cared for him as a foal.
It was not long before others arrived and the royal could feel their gaze upon his back; a twinge he was used to after all these years. It came with the family and years of politics, the hate and the love intermingled together in heated attention. For now, the stallion let the gaze roll of his pelt, a final scowl toward Ciel finishing the thought before turning back to his book. But the peace did not last long as a scream pierces the cavern shattering the vow of silence. Raja's ears flattened, annoyance touching him first before quickly turning to worry. The dance the wisps stopped, their spiritual bodies turning ridged before their blue glow deepend to black. And then, all at once, they were gone.
Raja stood, nostrils flaring as his blue gaze sought what his mind already knew he would not find. Jamais moved in front of him quickly, the guards stance poised and ready to fight. "Do not rush to battle, Vu. Not yet. Let us first find the source of this disturbance."
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Post by mule-guts on Feb 10, 2017 2:26:57 GMT -6
Lidian | Breim | Echo
Word Count: 439
Post #: 2
A small, yet disrupting, voice rang out causing Lid’s ears to lay flat for just a moment. Guh! Doesn’t everyone know you’re supposed to be quiet?! Shaking her head, she ignored the ramblings of the small doctor, pressing on towards the shrine. She looked around anxiously, the weight of her familiar now on her back, his claws giving an odd sense of comfort for her. The only unfortunate thing about comfort with the small mule is that, it’s short lived. The ring of light was sudden and, just like the aforementioned comfort, short lived. However, the effects of it’s presence were much more prominent. Lidian’s eyes widened with panic. Her heart began to race and she froze right where she was. Legs shaky. Sweat beading. Breathing became shallow. The pale raven quickly hopped off the now frantic mule’s back, squawking at her to regain her focus away from everything. Despite his well attempts, the shrill screams of the wisps overpowered her hearing.
What was it?
What happened?
Was it it them?
“Please...stop…” She whimpered,terrified. Trying to find solace within herself, the mule whipped the hood of her cloak over her quivering head. Her stiff legs shuffling backwards, rapidly, probably knocking into a few innocent horses standing by. Taking a deep breath in, she paused, it was silent yet again, for just a moment. A moment enough for Lidian to bounce back for a mere minute. But, apparently, not enough to apologize to those who she ran into. Her breathing was still shallow as she removed her hood to find that the wisps had vanished and everyone around her was just as bewildered as she. A small tear trickled down her cheek from her panic. She never liked acting like this...but, she couldn’t help it. It’s only been three months since...since terror reigned over her usually docile herd. The screams. The fire. The lives. It was all too much and this sure as hell wasn’t helping.
She finally was able to bring herself to look to her familiar for reassurance, scooping him up back onto her cloak. The day that was meant to be silent was abruptly over. Whispers of worried herdmates and visitors alike began to rise within the caverns. A shout of, “What just happened?!”, here and an anxious whisper of, “Are the God’s mad?” there. Lidian made it her mission to try and ignore those around her as she scanned for possible answers. Her heavy eyes locked on the noble Raja and a guard, Jamais Vu. Maybe they know? Cautiously, she ambled over to them, yet keeping her distance, hopefully keeping far enough out of their business.
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Post by Quorkbirb on Feb 17, 2017 20:04:11 GMT -6
Tomo | Tie
Darkness had swirled into the corners of her vision as she stared frightfully at Raja, framing the royal in a black halo. She had not heard Shiro’s call and gasped loudly when the Maker bumped against her shoulder, jumping at the unexpected touch. She snapped her head around to view who (or what) had touched her, only to find relief that washed across her face as her eyes met Shiro's.
Tomo opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, remembering/recalling? the occasion. Her gap teeth rested gently on her lips and she instead tucked herself behind the mare, peering out from the side much like a timid foal.
Lowering her head, Tomo let her deep hazel eyes wander back to Raja and just as they were about to rest again on his dark coat, a scream startled her. It rang in her ears as the wisps turned smokey and faded from view. Her eyes watered as a wave of sadness overcame her and she huddled closer to Shiro.
"What was that?" she squeaked, looking around fearfully.
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 22, 2017 17:28:10 GMT -6
Shiro | Echo
Tomo just about leaped out of her wildly patterned skin, and the reaction was so unexpected that Shiro jumped too, her hooves scrabbling on the stone floor with quick motions that drew several curious eyes. She caught her breath with a huff, turning reproachful eyes back to Tomo, who in turn was back to peering out at the Royal like he was one of those horrible dragons. There was definitely a story there, and Shiro was determined to learn it.
That was the last thought she remembered, because then screams splintered her awareness, white shards of terror that sliced through the air, her mind, and the air was suddenly bright with blazing flames, leaping at her hocks, the smoke threading down into her lungs and she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t scream, but someone was, the world was, and-
A sudden warmth against her side, a slowly returning awareness of… silence. A heavy, oppressive sort of silence, one that still remembered the screams. Shiro slowly opened her eyes, unaware that she had shut them.
Her ears twitched as Tomo spoke, then again as Raja commanded the Guard. Shio twitched as a mule moved closer. But the Echo’s eyes were upwards, where the Wisps had vanished.
“I think the gods are angry,” she said, in a voice made faint and flat with shock. A sick, heavy sort of dread had coiled into a hard knot in her stomach, and Shiro was suddenly very glad for Tomo’s shoulder.
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 28, 2017 21:45:37 GMT -6
Checkpoint 2//
From out of no where, a blinding light burst from beneath the old tree. Your first thought as your sight leaves is that another explosion has erupted within the herd. You can feel the ground rumble beneath your hooves, nearly knocking you to the ground. But as the light fades and the world become clear once more, you can tell this is far different from the moments before the fires.
The first thing that catches your eye are the scales, shimmering white like the glitter of an opal seam running down the horses back. Two antlers sprout from their head, pure and white like the coat that shines in Nariah's unnatural light. All at once the realization hits you.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Mar 1, 2017 15:34:51 GMT -6
Jamais Vu
The words of Raja hit him and Vu understood, He was eager to find the cause to wonder what madness had ensured them. Eyes though glanced to the others. One looking frightfully worried by Shiro, the others seemed a bit uneasy but nothing to bad he thought. Maybe everything was fine, eyes glanced to one that seemed to approach the pair and he merely arched a brow, but nodded lightly allowing the one to approach more if desired. It was not as if he really cared. Eyes turned back to the others and he heard Shiro speak of the Gods being angry, he highly doubted that. The gods can do and will do whatever they please. Like the Gods war before, Vu assumed their would be more. For the Gods created them all, why not have a little fun, he thought carelessly to himself.
He wasn't allowed much time to think on such things, was the blinding light from the tree. He hissed out in pain, almost wanting to push his gift outwards as a defense, but subdued it as much as he could. As soon as his eyes sight returned he looked forwards trying to figure out what had happened. It was there he spotted the odd creature. The white scaled beast and instantly he found himself taking a step forwards. "What the..." he spoke out gently. It was a Kirin, but how? They were long gone, and he almost could laugh at the madness. Eyes looked to Raja wondering what he would want to be done of it. Though of course Vu made himself in a defensive mode, his eyes looked on the beast. His gift ready at hand to release should the creature stir or cause any havoc. Vu although could speak to the beast, say hello, how are you? Enjoying the tunnels, or scream at it to leave, or ask for help. But Vu had no need for words, he didnt want to small talk the beast, he'd allow some other fickle horse to try and speak to it. As far as Vu was concerned this could bring quite a bit of excitement for the herd. Lucky them they have themselves their very own Kirin. Aodh would shit themselves he thought.
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Post by Jennycallie on Mar 4, 2017 2:11:01 GMT -6
Shiro | Echo
She couldn’t help it- at the sudden blazing burst of light, the fraying edges of Shiro’s nerves snapped and the young mare screamed, scrambling backwards and scraping her fetlocks and hocks as she flinched away from the unfolding scene. The very earth was trembling and Shiro’s breath came in panting, ragged gasp as fire danced again in her memory, licking at her legs with hungry fingers and choking breath and the air full of dark, leathery wings-
And then there was silence.
Nostrils trembling in time with her frantic, gasping breaths, Shiro looked up (up, because she had, somehow, found herself crouched low, hocks still scraping the rough stone) and she stared into the face of a God.
And it was horrible.
Beautiful, yes, in the same way frost was beautiful, utterly aloof and untouchable. There was always a sort of beauty, in great acts of destruction. And now Shiro found herself looking into the alien and fathomless eyes of a gleaming ivory God, and knew it as such: destruction. The- creature, it was the embodiment of horrible, impossible, beautiful heresy, and her heart clenched painfully in her chest as the wold shifted around her.
“Oh,” she said, distantly.
And fainted, eyes rolling up as her head hit the floor.
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Shiro is a dramatic delicate flower smh
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 14:58:23 GMT -6
caleb you know you keep so still Caleb was nearly overwhelmed by the very act of being.
It was not a jolt that brought the Kirin back into the world, no startled sudden cry nor ragged breath. It was not like being jarred, gasping, from a nightmare. It was like blooming, gentle and gradual. White enough to nearly be glowing in the half-light of the cavern, pearl scales glinting, Caleb unfurled like a rose at the roots of the great tree, and opened exhausted eyes.
As the long-dead creature's slit pupils rolled over the crowd, it was impossible to say what it was thinking. Taking in slackjawed faces, all clearly agog, certainly unfamiliar to it, the kirin's soft, tired expression did not change. It made no move to stand, its cloven hooves folded neatly underneath a soft-scaled chest. A curtain of straight, gleaming hair fell with nearly-mythological elegance to the floor, topped by two crescent antlers, absolutely symmetrical and curved like slight moons. Other than a map of gruesome scars interrupting the rhythm of the scales on its slender neck, it looked like a tapestry, a painting, too perfect to breathe.
It was a living moonbeam, whispered into existence inside the starless darkness of this cavern. Its ancient eyes moved when Shiro hit the floor, but did not react. There was a weary haze in its expression. It didn't panic, even as its gaze roved slowly over the blackness overhead. "The sun is gone," was all it said, voice vacant. 239 words hi guys |
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Post by fossature on Mar 5, 2017 3:49:00 GMT -6
Oh, the joy he received from the glares aimed his way. He was grinning from ear to ear by this point, eyes sparkling from the lights given off by the wisps. He was having a merry time prancing about and spoiling everyone's day- that was, until, the silence fractured like glass, a scream ringing through the caverns. It was almost as if the wisps' very essence was sucked away by a vacuum, leaving in its wake an unsettling ambience, the light withered and dead, darkness taking root in its corpse.
The pony instinctively drew a breath and held it, muting himself. Did I do that? He naturally blamed himself, his pulse rabbiting against his chest and neck. He had only meant it to be a little bit of fun- he had never wanted it to go this far. A brick formed in his stomach and he searched- anxiously- for the horses waiting for an opportunity to lunge at him, strangle him until he couldn't speak anymore. However, he saw none. Everyone was just as confused as him, all looking for the cause, which he figured by this time wasn't himself, though the accusation was still in the back of his mind. His body became lighter from relief, though he remained silent, and waited for some sort of announcement or explanation as to why this happened. Why, why, why? The question burned behind his eyelids, his curiosity peaking. In the corner of his eye, he could see horses flocking around a guarded body, so he instinctively walked over to the mass for reassurance, skirting the group, but still staying close. He heard a mare's squeaks, a stallion's reassurance. Then another unholy noise scraped against his ears.
An explosion. His eyes widened despite his compulsion to close them and his ears pinned against his shaggy neck in recoil. He felt the compressed wind snake underneath his belly and whip his fringe against his cheeks and temple. After it subsided, he blinked twice to moisten his dry eyes, and the form of the kirin slowly came into his focus.
At first, he thought it was another Aodhian attack. He hadn't felt safe since then- no matter where he was, or what he was doing, he felt as if they were still out there. And, they were, just not far away enough for him. As soon as he lay eyes on the pale creature he felt anger- which soon turned to bewilderment at the unexpected prongs poking from their head. Unicorn? No. These projections were much more elegant, more intricate than any he had seen before. Slowly he began to pick out shining scales, a lengthy tail. The creature over there seemed too fake to be real. He slightly squinted to protect his eyes from the kirin's luminosity. It must be some sort o' prank, he thought to himself, suddenly feeling slightly amused. One look at the crowd around him gave him the hint that no-one else had caught on to the prankster's antics yet. A kirin? They must be kiddin' themselves if they think it's real. Of course, he was going to let everyone else know how smart he thought he was by revealing the prankster for who they were. He had to hold in his snickers- this crowd was dumber than he thought.
"The sun is gone,"
It felt like all his blood froze inside his veins. That voice... it was so eerie and emotionless. The kirin was simply the definition of beauty- how could someone fake that? But in a world of magic, a prank was the only logical reason he could hold onto. And he held onto it stubbornly. He recollected his thoughts and forced a toothy grin and a fake-sounding chuckle.
"Haha! Good one, bud! How're you pulling' it off?!" He continued his fake chuckles, looking around the crowd, waiting for them to come to their senses.
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WC : 650
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Post by Quorkbirb on Mar 8, 2017 17:20:08 GMT -6
Tomo | Tie
Before her sight returned to her, while her mind was still fogged with confusion and fear, Shiro's screams filled Tomo's ears and her own cries mingled with the Echo's. Surly if Shiro was frightened, so too should Tomo? After all, this was all too familiar to the explosion of months past ...
Tomo felt Shiro scramble against her and the Tovero instinctively pressed against her companion for safety, and consequently when Shiro fell to the floor, so did Tomo. Panting and whimpering, her head whipping around wildly, Tomo's eyes finally began to focus. First they landed themselves on her unconscious friend, her motionless form blurred and wavering. Unsure if she was alive or dead, another scream clawed its way from her throat, though it was more strangled and choked than the last. Swinging her horned head around, Tomo made to look for the awful royal Raja. She was still absolutely terrified of him, but he was a face of authority and she would rather face him than let Shiro wither beside her.
"Help he-!" She began, but her words were smothered, her eyes widening in terror as they met newly form beast. Before her stood the embodiment of fear and greed, the devil who tore the world asunder for his own gain, the mighty and wretched God of flame and destruction.
"Ignacio!" she wailed, her voice shrill and strained. "He's here to kill us! Burn us for banishing Aodh!" Panic and mayhem suffocated her thoughts, her eyes bulging from her skull as tears fell in thick, endless streams. Clumsily, she stood and thrust all her strength in dragging Shiro up from the ground and away from the demon before them.
The stories had told of Ignacio as a blue beast, scaled and doused in blue flame, his head crowned with many dark branches. Even as hysteria rose around her, up through her throat and mind like a great drowning tide, a tinkle of logic spoke in the back of her mind (though nearly defeated) and told her that this was wrong, that the figure before her did not match the legends. Awash in white, he appeared to be a pale shadow of the God. Throngs of reaching tines did not adorn his skull, nor did they cradle a blue swirling flame.
"He's a ghost ... " she quietly reasoned to herself, quite distraught "a ghost of the God ... "
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