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Post by hydrus101 on Sept 29, 2018 22:05:31 GMT -6
•Alya & Camilla•
God Roleplay
“Shoot an arrow at the moon for even if you miss, it shall land among the stars.”
Location: The top of Alya’s shrine in Nariah
Time: Post Chapter 6, Late Afternoon
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Post by hydrus101 on Sept 29, 2018 22:10:23 GMT -6
 C A M I L L A• Breim | Apprentice •
“When you open the door to the other side, you might find a new world of possibilities that you never knew existed. Or like, ghosts or some other spooky shit.”
The sky.
Camilla had always longed to see the sky.
She had wanted to feel the breeze on her face and the rain on her back.
She had wanted to run, run so fast and so far that the wind itself couldn’t catch her.
She had so desperately wanted to see the sky.
But never like this.
The earthquake a few weeks before had shaken her. As the first streams of sunlight trickled down into the cavern, Camilla had turned her head skyward, eyes wide, her breath caught in her lungs. The sky, right there in front of her, shining down on her back and her beloved city. She had been ecstatic, at least, until the barrier came crashing down and the screams began to swell. During the funeral of her own grandfather, Camilla was stuck reliving the time when she had received her first blessing. She had asked Alya for something very specific: Peace, and a way to see the sky. In some strange way, Camilla almost felt as if she had been somewhat responsible for this tragedy. Perhaps the earth mother had heard her plea as well, and became angry that the mortal mare wanted more than what she was given, or maybe, it had nothing to do with her at all.
Whatever the reason for the earth god’s fatal reminder, guilt had made a permanent home in the heart of Camilla Rokali. It had made her stressed and tense, undoing all of the progress she and her therapist had been making with a single, adamant thought.
She was frustrated and tired and drained.
So she sought out the only place she had ever found constant comfort.
The pagoda’s swaying staircase had since become a regular sensation beneath Camilla’s hooves. Her steps echoed around her as she climbed, head lowered and mind deep in thought. Because she had proven herself a trustworthy and dedicated horse, the flecked mare had been given permission to visit the top of Alya’s shrine whenever she wished. Her visits were regular, but she was not always there physically. When she was too busy or too weak to make the trip, she would simply travel to the pagoda in an astral state, climbing the staircase with stars glittering around her translucent hooves. But today, even as tired as she was, she needed to be there in the flesh, to smell the wooden beams and burning incense in the shrine. Even without the voice of the wind goddess in her ears, she felt comforted simply by being there.
Reaching the final step in journey, Camilla’s cape fluttered behind her as she made her way to the middle of the floor and settled down, knees tucked tightly to her chest. Tired from the journey and exhausted by her own thoughts, Camilla dropped her chin for just a minute to rest. It was only then that she realized how ragged she had become. Merely taking the short trip to her beloved god’s shrine had taken a toll on her body, pushing her to the point of exhaustion. As frustrating as it was, Camilla could barely fight off the urge to fall asleep.
“Just a minute,” she had murmured to herself. “I will sleep for just a minute.”
As her head dipped down, Camilla’s mind wandered to the last time she had come there seeking divine aid. At the time, she had needed the reassurance and strength of a god. Perhaps this time was no different, she thought as she began to drift off, the sound of wind chimes swimming through her ears.
WC: 595
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Post by ThatDenver on Jun 4, 2019 13:50:51 GMT -6
ALYA
The sky.
Chimes playing a gentle melody. Their sound like twinkling stars in the grand caverns of the kin.
Echoes.
Echoes on the walls. Notes bounce back from the walls.
The music swells in your ears. A gentle melody.
The sky.
The air feels heavy. Expectant. Somewhere far above, beyond the hole in the earth, a storm rumbles. Wind whips at the edges of collapse, breaking loose tiny pebbles and sending them down, down to the hidden colonies of the Breimen.
The air in your lungs feels cold. It is never hot in the tunnels, but this is a chill unlike one you have felt before.
Is this what it is like to live under the open skies?
The sky.
Is it closer now?
Isn’t that loud music bothering anyone else?
The music reaches a crescendo and then, the sound of wings. A wind on your face, a sensation of something landing right next to you, but making no sound.
The pagoda is still there, the teetering structure of it anchoring you in place, but the cave is gone. Your home is gone, only the pagoda remains.
The sky is black and purple, dotted with a million stars. Pink clouds drift by solar systems as if they were the sun.
Even in the Starscape, you can feel the wind. Howling, raging, twisting like a caged animal, yet gentle against your skin. In the eye of the storm stands Alya – white and pale blue like her statue, her hair a crest of feathers. Four great wings frame her body.
She smiles.
MY SWEET CHILD
A sound barely above a whisper, but her voice vibrates through your very being. The night sky around you trembles with her presence.
HOW YOU HAVE GROWN
There is a sadness in her voice. The lives of her dear mortals were but flickers, their souls so brilliant yet so quick to pass. Here, among the stars, today and tomorrow and a millennium ago bled into one. Her love was the one constant.
WHAT IS THIS GUILT SO HEAVY ON YOUR HEART?
Word count: 344
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Post by hydrus101 on Jun 4, 2019 19:26:36 GMT -6
C A M I L L A• Breim | Apprentice •
“When you open the door to the other side, you might find a new world of possibilities that you never knew existed. Or like, ghosts or some other spooky shit.”
Something in the air had shifted. Everything was sharper now; the colors more vibrant, the sounds more focused, Camilla’s soul more centered. Oh, how the world stood at attention when a god was near, as if putting on it’s best suit in anticipation of one of it’s creators.
The pagoda, however, did not adopt the sharpness of the space around it. It stayed fluid, gently moving under, now, two sets of hooves.
With the greatest effort, Camilla pulled her head upwards, catching sight of thousands upon thousands of glittering stars just beyond the open windows of the tiny room, and gave a gentle sigh.
She’d heard her.
The tension began to leak from her shoulders like ichor from a grievous wound. Camilla felt herself sway from the relief of it all, or perhaps that movement was just the shifting of the tower. With the rigidity gone, the mare began to collapse, but something, she wasn’t sure what, caught her and steadied her as best it could. Lightheaded, Camilla turned, ever so slowly, towards the silent thundering storm that had settled beside her and smiled.
A whisper weaved it’s way through her ears, soft but resonate, like a silver gong struck by rain. The God’s words were soaked in love; there is no such love as the kind held by a star for their mortals after all, and Alya’s tone reflected that sentiment tenfold.
It brought tears to Camilla’s eyes.
“Oh Alya...” she began, valiantly fighting back the tears that sought to escape her. “This is all my fault. The ceiling is collapsing and it’s all my fault...I wanted more than what I was given.”
She turned to look into the storm’s eye, worries flowing from her mouth like a stream. She paid no mind to etiquette, to her upbringing, to the gravity of the situation, she simply poured out her heart and soul to the only being in this world that she knew would understand.
“When I asked for your blessing,” she began, voice quavering, “I told you that I had wanted to see the sky, your sky, and I’m afraid your sister heard me. Kaia shelters us here, she gave us this home, I know that, but was I selfish to ask for something different? Is she angry with me? Are you?”
Ashamed, Camilla turned away without waiting for an answer, working herself further and further into a frenzy. “I just...I don’t know what to do. I adore being able to see the world outside of these tunnels, I truly do, but at the cost of so many lives?”
“I can hardly think of anything else. I always hear those screams from when the barrier fell and they haunt me like ghosts. I can’t take it anymore. I... I need your guidance again.” Her eyes wandered back to the ever patient storm, watching as the swirling silver patterns crossed the God’s features. She sniffled, once, pitifully, and in that moment, looked much like a child. Lost, afraid, and horribly, horribly guilty.
WC: 504
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Post by ThatDenver on Jun 5, 2019 16:25:58 GMT -6
ALYA
Alya is unnaturally still in the storm around her – immovable and eternal. She listens like only a god can, and marvels once more at her mortals. How they can be both so incredibly selfish and filled with grandeur, yet so very humble.
It is the great contradiction of mortality. Something a god can never truly internalize, no matter how many times they step onto the mortal plane of Hireath.
She listens to it all before she answers.
I AM NOT ANGRY WITH YOU, FOR YOU HAVE DONE NO WRONG.
Alya steps closer, her movement like a ripple in the stillness. The galaxies pulse and breathe in harmony with her words.
MY SISTER CAN DO QUESTIONABLE THINGS IN PURSUIT OF BALANCE.
For a briefest moment, anger clouds her voice. She remembers, she remembers being torn from this world by the combined might of Earth and Fire. Torn from her mortals, leaving them vulnerable.
Worse yet was the betrayal. It was still so fresh.
Or was it? Time had always been Cascade’s plane, not hers.
BUT I ASSURE YOU, SHE IS NOT PETTY.
Her eyes turn skyward, but she does not call for her sister.
The wound is still too open. Too sore.
Instead, she steps even closer, and wraps all four of her great wings around Camilla, bringing her small, fragile mortal body into her empowering embrace. Her wings are starlight, and for brief moments, Camilla can see the world as a god sees it.
The sensation, not entirely foreign. It is similar to her dear blessing, but grander. Whole of Hireath opens before her like a map, but in immaculate detail.
She can see them. She can see everything.
In the north, red sailed ship lies silent, docked in some insignificant town.
In Aodh, a wyvern roosts on the Palace Grounds. Camilla can hear the cries of a thousand slaves.
In Breim the Umare set like worker ants to correcting the damage done. Unity in catastrophy.
It goes on and on and on. So many mortals. So many whispers and prayers.
And then, it is gone. Alya’s embrace remains for moments more, before she steps back.
NO ONE FAULTS YOU FOR WANTING TO SEE MY SKIES. NOT I, NOR ARGUS. NOT EVEN KAIA.
MY SISTER BELIEVES IN BALANCE.
BUT BALANCE, BALANCE IS NOT ALWAYS GENTLE TO MORTALS, MY DAUGHTER.
Alya smiles.
BUT YOU ARE STRONG. YOU ARE MINE. YOUR SOUL WANTS TO SING MY SONG, AND STAND BENEATH MY SKY.
I CAN NOT TELL YOU WHY MY SISTER DID THIS, ONLY THAT IT WAS NOT TO PUNISH YOU.
BUT I CAN GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO EASE YOUR HEART.
Decisively, Alya grasps a piece of sky. A meteorite of shimmering ore, suddenly insignificant in her teke.
She adds her own feather and breathes life to it.
A single arrow of gold and quartz lands softly on her open wing. The feather absorbed into the item’s very being.
With the open palm of her teke, she hands it towards Camilla.
A TOKEN OF MY LOVE FOR YOU, MY LITTLE SKYGAZER.
HOLD HIM, AND HE WILL TELL YOU HIS NAME.
Her smile is warm, encouraging. The smile of a mother teaching her child how to stand tall. Fight. Protect herself and those around her.
This has always been Alya’s way.
Word count: 547
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Post by hydrus101 on Jun 7, 2019 18:42:50 GMT -6
C A M I L L A• Breim | Apprentice •
“When you open the door to the other side, you might find a new world of possibilities that you never knew existed. Or like, ghosts or some other spooky shit.”
Camilla began to weep as Alya spoke. The tears were silent, accompanied by no more sobs or sniffles, just the gentle tremble of her lower lip. The god’s reassurances were everything the mortal mare had so desperately needed to hear and then some. She hadn’t been angry. Neither had Kaia or Argus, or any of the other gods. They were not angry with her. The collapse was not her fault.
Out of instinct, the mare closed her eyes and bowed her head respectfully, a wordless gesture of thankfulness that she couldn’t articulate any other way. The brush of Alya’s enveloping wings against her frame had her open her eyes again, but her consciousness widened beyond what her mortal sight could reach.
Seeing as if through the eyes of a god was a feeling Camilla knew she would never experience again, but she was too caught up in its beauty and its terror to memorize every detail as the visions flashed through her enchanted eyes. Of all the things she witnessed, she would remember the cries of the slaves most clearly.
Alya pulled away too soon. Her genuine smile, glorious and radiant and glowing, made up for it though.
Still dazed from the embrace, Camilla listened as Alya continued to speak those comforting words. She held on to every syllable even as they dropped away into the vast echoing starscape around them, hanging for just a moment in the sparkling air.
Without another word, the god began to move. Camilla watched as a meteorite was plucked from the sky and an ethereal feather was pulled to and christened in God’s Breath. She watched as the feather and the meteorite were aligned and united, and she watched as the new shining arrow was then handed to her.
Her nerves disappeared as she held him.
He was as light as the feather he had been crafted from, but still as strong as the meteor’s ore. The gilded arrow seemed to glow from an internal source; no natural metal could gleam that brightly, and yet this arrow did. He thrummed with a confident, bolstering energy Camilla felt seep into her very soul and within moments, he spoke- no, sang his name.
With the arrow’s declaration, a burst of wind and song surrounded her, playfully ruffling her mane with a triumphant cry, and Camilla laughed, a genuinely happy sound. A sound she had not made in a very, very long time. Her eyes sparkled with reflected starlight and she looked back up into the eyes of the storm, that tender adoration another symphony to her soul. Renewed confidence gave her voice a different lilt as she spoke, glittering, “Keskipay. His name is Keskipay!”
She held him tightly to her chest, his energy flowing in sync to her heartbeat, and sunk into another bow, lower this time, the tips of her ears gently brushing against the worn wooden flooring.
”Thank you, Alya, dearest sky mother, thank you. I will cherish this gift until the end of time. I promise you, I will take good care of him.”
WC: 511
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Post by ThatDenver on Jun 18, 2019 20:28:16 GMT -6
ALYA
The god, both constant and ever-changing, swells with pride as her mortal holds the weapon crafted for her, and the two being – the relic and its destined holder – attune to each other. She remembers them all, all the relics she has willed into existence, and all those who wielded them. Keskipay is no less special than each of the items granted to her proud Furies as they went to their doom at Skeldr or Valore.
Her children today none less dear to her, winged or otherwise.
I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT YOU WILL. HE, TOO, WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
Alya smiles once more, loving and proud. She could be a harsh mother at times, a ferocious warrior who pushed her children to greatness, but oh how she loved them, loves them, will always love them. They were hers and she was theirs, and in their eyes shone the stars of her skies.
She looks at Camilla, truly looks, and the mortal can feel her eyes pass through her very being, into the very core, where a blessing of Alya sings in response. Strong and vibrant, nestled into the soul, it had blossomed in such a short time.
HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH, MY CHILD. YOU HAVE COME SO FAR AND WILL GO FARTHER STILL. WIND IS UNBOUND. YOU MAY NOT HAVE MY FEATHERS, BUT YOU HAVE THE SPIRIT OF A CHILD OF THE WIND, AND YOU NEED NOT WINGS TO SOAR.
Alya steps closer once more and presses her head against Camilla’s. No visions come this time, just the presence of a star, turbulent yet calming.
When she withdraws her head, a wisp of fabric falls on Camilla’s brow. A seemingly simple bandana, gently glowing in the music of the winds of the galaxies. The music that pulses to the beat of Alya’s voice has once more gained the distinct, gentle melody of the wind chimes.
ANOTHER GIFT. A MEMENTO OF OUR MEETING.
Her wings unfurl, and she rises to the air, effortless and weightless. The space bends around her wingtips as the Starscape yields to her.
She can not stay much longer. Alya yearns for the days of old when she walked among her mortals, sang their songs and knew the beat of their daily lives. Distantly observing has never come easily for her, for her ferocity, for her unbridled justice.
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU.
The words make the Starscape tremble and sing. The emotion in the god’s voice is like a tangible thing.
The wind chimes are louder now. Closer.
And then, the sky.
The Starscape gives way to something much more mundane. It slips from mortal grasp, and Alya seems further and further away, her great wings beating in rhythm with Camilla’s own heart.
The sky.
The pagoda.
All is as it was.
But the Sky Mother was not a dream. Her gifts remain, and the final wisps of a gentle wind pass through the temple, a memory of winds that could shake galaxies.
Word count: 499
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Post by hydrus101 on Jun 19, 2019 22:03:01 GMT -6
C A M I L L A• Breim | Apprentice •
“When you open the door to the other side, you might find a new world of possibilities that you never knew existed. Or like, ghosts or some other spooky shit.”
The simple press of Alya’s feathered brow against Camilla’s made her smile. She knew the familiarity was no accident; her mother made the same gesture often.
With a small jump, Camilla felt the cloth appear and settle on her crown as Alya drew back, but she did not take her eyes off the tumultuous star. She could already feel her presence fading and she didn’t want to miss a single moment with her god. The time she had been given was far too precious.
The final words the god of air spoke were laced with love and wind chimes and as the star ascended, Camilla too felt herself descend in return. The mare called out her last goodbye, voice strong with renewed faith, and found herself back on the mortal plane.
The clarity and crystalline quality the world had held before slowly faded into something much more common, a less vibrant vitality, and the mare’s heart already ached to return to the starscape. The sound of Keskipay’s voice calling to her pulled her further down.
His voice was truly beautiful. It was a whistled tune, the anthem of a nation, a thousand whispers, a dozen shouts, the roar of a storm, and the chiming of a single bell. It was all of these and so many, many more, but above all, it was a voice of reassurance.
He thrummed again, new unbridled power coursing through him and into his new master, and Camilla smiled. Somehow, she felt as though Alya was still there with them, her guiding presence wrapped around her tiny, delicate, mortal body, and she felt that the guiding voice was telling her that it was time to go home.
Before she started towards the staircase, she gently lifted the blind from its place atop her head and held it gently up to her eyes. The red fabric seemed to be cut from the same cloth as her favorite cloak, but the silver accents had a shimmery quality to them, as if some stardust still remained. It was truly a wonderful gift and Camilla whispered a quiet thank you to an empty room, knowing that Alya could still hear her anyways.
She looked down at the two gifts she had been given and wondered what she had done to deserve them, weighing Keskipay in her flickering teke. With careful dexterity fit for a paper crafter, the mare took the shimmering blind and wrapped it around the gleaming arrow like a bandage. Keskipay sang to her one last time beneath the layers of fabric, and quieted down, though they both knew that his pulsing energy would never divert from her own heartbeat.
For just a moment, she pressed him to her chest once again, cradling him like an infant, and took her first step down the stairs, her heart and soul as light as a feather.
WC: 477
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jun 23, 2019 18:13:08 GMT -6
Hello Starborns! Your thread rewards are:
hydrus101: 11AP ThatDenver: 11AP
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