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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 11, 2019 8:11:20 GMT -6
ALYA
Her eyes were piercing and hot on Fletcher’s skin, but the others were eager to speak. The pregnant mare is praying, to this new god, this new monstrosity.
A longing passes through her. She remembers when she walked this earth, when she had the freedom to respond to such prayers. This new god must walk Hireath – be where she and her siblings can not be.
Again, she turns to Bix.
I see. I see what she has done.
Thank you, Bix.
Alya smiles and nods her head at him.
But the mortals are now preoccupied with the birth. She can sense that it will be a difficult one, and that the mother – a gift tainted terribly sleeps within her body – might not survive it.
She considers, and then, she walks through the crowd of them. She touches Danae with a gentle, reassuring feather.
I hear you even with no voice. Do not be ashamed, for I love you.
She says with a smile, and a quieter voice, meant just for her. Then, she touches Mordekai with a fuller wing, almost wrapping the Screamer in it.
Brave son of mine. Take my Song and be great. Sing my songs and know the truth – that I love you, and will love you till the end of time.
A whirlwind of power wakes in Mordekai’s chest, but soon ceases, leaving behind a blessing – Lullaby.
Finally, she makes her way to the side of the pregnant mare.
Ashitash. Dutybound and determined, a true daughter of mine. I would fight this fight for you.
Take my gift and go with My blessing. I have a feeling it will be needed in the days to come.
I know you will make me proud.
A warm wind blows within Ashitash’s chest, twisting into a crescendo of a new blessing – Oxygen Manipulation.
She lays a feathered wing across Selora, and without a word, she responds to her prayer. The pain is gone, and her command over space allows the foal to come out with strange ease. With a few pushes from Selora, the birth is over; and a new pegasus is born.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 11, 2019 11:02:28 GMT -6
Blair || Thief Taking the next step forward she heard the Striped Seroran yell at her again. The filly rolled her eyes, attempting to ignore her. That was until Danae cut her off. She looked up in surprise at the Palomino mare. Her ears quickly folding back as she looked up at her. Her head darted in Fletchers direction as he seemed to tell Danae off. Blair became conscious of the mare from then on. She certainly didn’t need another mother figure and she definitely didn’t need someone looking after her. Not right now anyway. The filly partly wished Rousin was with her on this trip but knew the small thieves group had other plans.
"I thank you, but I can take care of myself.” Her voice was low, with a grumble of annoyance. Her posture definitely less open than it was before. The filly began to step around the Seroran. She would have continued if Aconite caught up to them, Thought, it didn't seem they were stopping the filly. She pouted a little. Wondering if she should continue. As she turned to face the tower that tingling feeling, the feeling you get when you know someone’s there, both disappears but also got stronger. What wasn't there before, now was and Blair stood and stared in awe. She had never seen a god before, not even Ignacio. She wasn’t sure who this even was. Was it Alya, was it Digend. Were they even a god? The voice echoed within leaving remanence within the fillies mind. The God-Child glowed but something about them made Blair weary. Perhaps not sacred but very a very cautious feeling held over the filly. The god said their name, making the palomino filly’s heart jump. A huff escaped from her muzzle. One ear still pinned back. And just like that they left. Seemingly threatened by another. “Who were they talking about?” Blair seemed to ask themselves. Though I didn’t take more than a second to answer that question. She stood with such glory. Blairs eyes widened. Her eyes studying each inch of their wings. Arranged with the starscape. She remains speechless. Cautious, but less so within Alya’s presence. Mordekai seemed to be the first to speak up. Followed by Ashitash. The god responded and Blair could say or do nothing. She was told of this god. Countless times, always saying she was evil and a monster. The worst was spoken of them but yet they stood in front of their people asking of their wellbeing. Blair lowered her head. Again cautious but curious. Another step was taken forward. Her words seemed so graceful and elegant but perhaps partly worried or strained. The filly’s attention was taken back to Selora. The pegasus seemed to be having a hard time. It was apparent to Blair what was happening. Whither she wanted to be apart of it was another question. She didn’t know these people and It seemed that the god was disappointed with the mare. As well as the two Digend worshipers. Though the teen wasn’t sure why. The others went on attending to the pregnant mare. And Blair did as she was told and stayed out of the way. The goddess neared her and Danae. Lightly touching the mare. She couldn’t help but feel slightly invisible. Perhaps a blessing or a curse. But the tower was free to reach now, if she so wished to investigate. But part of her also thought the Sky Goddess may reprimand her. The filly continued to watch the God. Making her way to the pregnant mare, whom was now in labor. A breath, a thought. A right or wrong decision. Blair made the thought within a split second. She bolted. Making her way towards the tower, playfully cantering to its base. She reached its surface, looking into it. Once she caught her reflection in the warped glassy surface she giggled as its seemed to augment her appearance. Post 6 || 664 |
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Aug 11, 2019 14:14:32 GMT -6
BIX Ranger | Slate 017
Alya's words warmed him, all of him and Bix returned her nod with one of his own. It was an honor to be so welcomed by a goddess as an outsider in her lands. Then, Ashitash has his attention from across Selora's laboring barrel.
"You ever oversee a' foaling?"
Bix can't help the smile that touches the corners of his lips before he can respond. True, it's been a small while, but foaling isn't a skill one forgets. Bix sinks to his knees beside Selora. His first-aid pack is already off its place on his back and his teke rummages through its contents with practiced confidence. "More than you, probably. I have plenty of supplies in my pack, I travel prepared," is his response to the fiery serorian zebra.
But before he takes the foaling supplies from the weathered leather satchel, Alya's voice catches his attention. He can't help but watch as the goddess walks among her people, speaking to them all in turn and blessing both Mordecai and Ashitash. His eyes widen as Alya aids in the birth with nothing more than the brush of a million-starred wing laid across the laboring mare. In what feels like three breaths, a new pegasus enters the world. The zebra acts quickly, pulling out a weathered but soft towel and lightly wrapping the damp newborn. The baby needs to dry.
Bix looks upon Alya once more, a newfound respect for the fierce sky mother who loves her children with such grace and kindness. He can only speak two words to her before the rest get lost in his throat. "Thank you."
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Post by PennthePony on Aug 12, 2019 12:18:52 GMT -6
SELORA
its complicated
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She could barely hear the shouts of orders Ashitash was spewing over the roar of blood and wind in her ears. Another ripple of labor sent her hooves kicking into the sand, making grit fly around her as she groaned loudly. “Ash, I can’t do this—” Was all she could manage to utter before another contraction sealed her teeth shut, tightly clenched against the pain that ripped through her womb. Her other children had never been this difficult nor painful.
The mare looked to Bix, who stood over her, checking over her body for any injuries outside of the obvious labors. She looked to him with pleading eyes, tears falling to her cheeks as she begged through gritting teeth. “He’s too big… I’m going to die, aren’t I?”
Digend had not shown her own outcome in her visions before she had agreed to go on this expedition. She had only shown her what could have been in going — the child had to be born here, that was what she had seen. How could she or even the Ungod known that Alya would have appeared? Or perhaps this had been Digend’s plan all along? Perhaps she wasn’t quite so powerful yet to ease the birth — perhaps it was a manipulation. She knew birthing this child would’ve killed her. She had to have known.
In a blur of motion there were many and then there were few, a new shadow standing before her. Guarding her eyes against the brightness behind the figure, Selora gasped in perhaps fear or revelation as she had realized that the Goddess of the Sky was now standing before her, wings expanded to their full extent. She couldn’t move, locking eyes with the goddess. What she saw there in those omnipotent eyes, she could never unsee. She nodded, throwing her will to the goddess. She was under her wing now, there was nothing more she could do.
She felt feathers made of stars and eons of skies brush over her barrel, and something within the mare told her to push. A blood-curdling cry left her lips, sweat plastering her hair to her face and neck as she pushed with everything she had in her. And in what seemed like only a few moments, a damp body passed through her, falling into the sands just behind her. Her head fell to the sand in relief, pushing her lungs to draw in heavy breaths.
Gasping for breath, the child, a boy covered in blood and fluids like she had seen in her vision, made his first cry. She lifted her head shakily to see him over her heaving sides, tears becoming sobs of joy racking her chest. The striped ranger quickly took him and wrapped him in cloth, drying him.
“L-let me see him. Let me see my child.” She moved to get closer to him, teke wrapping around him as he is set in between her forelegs, his head nestling into her chest. He was much, much larger than any of her other three children, embodying his father’s draft build. Kissing his cheeks, Selora looked up to Alya, a new respect glistening in her eyes. “Thank you... Thank you, Wind Mother.”
A promise lingered on her tongue, though she feared the goddess already knew what she was going to say. Though instead of speaking, the words came through her thoughts, allowing the goddess to hear them freely. You saved my life… I will never disparage your name again… He will be your child, like his father. I promise you this.
She looked back down to her child wrapped in cloth, nuzzling him all over to check that everything was okay. His tiny wings rested against him, as white as clouds and dipped in a color like the sky. She couldn’t help the warm smile tugging at her lips as she cradled him. Slowly a song came to her lips, quiet and sweet.
Oh won't you come with me
Where the ocean meets the sky
And as the clouds roll by
We'll sing the song of the sea...
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Post by Zookcan on Aug 13, 2019 0:28:47 GMT -6
ASHITASH
"Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world."
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 " Alya. She's not going to say that while the goddess is present in the flesh, so she sucks in a breath and tries to make something humorous about it. "Speaking of which, haha. Anyway most of my supplies are back home. What do you know! Another doctor from across ye' old Hireath. I'm skilled in the field as well, you see."
Setting her humor aside, Ashitash refocuses her attention on Selora, and the furrowing of her brows is the only indication of her slowly growing concern deep within. The foal was too big well of course it was! Alcaeus was practically twice her height! The zebra's nose wrinkled slightly, but she keeps herself calm and firm. "Easy, momma. Relax and just focus on breathing and pushing." There's a time and place for her to be upfront, but now is not the time, not when she knows that the foal's life could ultimately be at stake as much as Selora's. Briefly, the zebra recalled word of Adhara's death, after needing a cesarian section to give birth to the former Sultan's daughter.
Ashitash did not want to fail the same way they had. But a part of her knows its inevitable. With a deep breath, she accepted the flask that was quite literally dropped at her hooves, grunting something under her breath in the process, and continued her work. Somewhere in the frenzy, she senses her goddess's energy stronger than before. It rattles her entire soul, her very being. She doesn't need to look to know that the Sky herself is just behind her.
The mare's ears perk, feeling energy flood her body.
Ashitash. Dutybound and determined,
a true daughter of mine. I would fight this fight for you. Take my gift
and go with My blessing. I have a
feeling it will be needed in the days
to come. I know you will make me proud.
The mare turns to face her goddess, an amazement and softness that had not been evoked in her in ages. A feeling reminiscent of what she felt for her little brother, whom she dearly missed. Her orange eyes relented, and showed a tiredness and a happiness, equally bittersweet. A new blessing floods her lungs, and she feels it when she sucks in another deep breath. She exhales, Alya's gift coursing through her, new and incredible and shocking.
Ashitash says nothing at first, but the smile on her face says it all. She is proud of her home, and her heritage, and her gods. She would continue to defend it, and make the lives of her people better. She will do Alya proud. "...Tell my little brother I said hi, okay? I hope he's not causing too much trouble! Haha ! Okay..."
She can't get emotional here. There is a foal to be born and a mother who is struggling. Shaking off any sorrow, the charcoal mare breaths in, reinvigorated. She tests out her new gift with a few deep breaths. "Okay. Come on girl. You can do it."
Thank Alya that Alya was there, for ultimately there is no telling if she would have been able to save both the foal and the mare this far out from the Oasis, especially without the help of a Regenerator. Ashitash witnessed as her Wing Mother aided the birth with a single sweep of her wing, and very quickly, a new foal, a colt, was brought into the world. "Good job! All right! Good on you, momma!" She pulls the flask over to Selora, offering it for her to drink. Seeing as Slate was drying the newborn, Ashitash rises from her spot in the sand to look him over.
"Selora, it looks to me like you've given birth to a lovely little colt with wings! Wouldcha lookit, well shit, I forgot you're a pegasus now." She props a hind leg up to rest and looks over the mother and her new son. "Give yourself some time to rest. Hope you don't mind but I will have to make sure nothing's wrong with both him and you lat Oi, kid!"
Thoughtlessly, Ashitash had turned her head, and found that the young paint filly was now investigating the tower. "What the frick-frack did I say? Get away from there, we don't know what it can do!" Adult instincts kicked in, and the mare began to rush towards Blair to corral her back to the group.
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Post by marinedoq on Aug 13, 2019 15:19:18 GMT -6
M O R D E K A I
serora
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Suddenly everything was happening at once. Selora's pain seemed to worsen by the minute, but Ashitash and Slate were on their marks and ready to help her. Mordekai knew nothing of childbirth, so he could be of no assistance. Instead of walking over to Selora and sticking his nose in things he had no business with, he turned his attention back to Alya, who seemed to come over her shock of Digend's appearance, and now turned her focus on the horses gathered. He looks in awe, as the walks toward them, her appearance a blessing in itself. First talking to Bix, then giving reassuring words to Danaë. Mordekai feels his breath get caught in his throat, as Alya faces him and wraps him in a protective wing. She starts speaking to him, and Mordekai feels like a child meeting their idol - not knowing what to do or say, how to react. And suddenly, he feels the wind in his heart, in his entire being and with her words, a new blessing makes its way to Mordekai.
He looks to her again, bowing deeply and watching as she heads over to Ashitash. "Thank you, Sky Mother", he mutters quietly, watching as Ashitash also gets a blessing from her. Then it's like all panic, frustration and pain ceases, as Alya lays a wing over the pregnant mare and within seconds - a foal. He doesn't know what to say, not even sure he's supposed to actually say anything at all, but watches in amazement at the newborn foal and the goddess he claims to be his. Despite Selora swearing her allegiance to Digend, the false god, Alya chose to help her out. His admirement for her never ceases, as he watches Ashitash and Slate take care of Selora and the newborn foal. Then, before another word is spoken, one of the vagabonds darts for the tower. Ashitash is the first to react, Mordekai second. He darts after her. "Don't touch it!"
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Post by Luneby on Aug 14, 2019 2:37:09 GMT -6
D A N A Ë
"Of fire and gold."
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I hear you even with no voice. Do not be ashamed, for I love you.
The goddess’ musical voice rang straight into her heart, words gentle as a feather she knew only her could hear. She felt the wings of night, feeling their soft touch warming her body from inside out. Her eyes got lost into Alya’s for a split second – she drowned in infinite blue skies as tears dripped silently down her face. She felt immersed in love a way she had only felt twice in her life: when she was born and when she gave birth to her daughter.
She smiled.
“Thank you, Mother. I love you.” She whispered to the only one who could hear her voice.
Thankful, she watched her step away, gifting her friends with well-deserved blessings. Maybe one day, if she could find a good use for a blessing, she might be in their place and see the Sky Mother again.
Danaë soon turned towards Selora – hearing the familiar cries of a young foal. Eyes shining bright as she witnessed the miracle of life, she hardly managed to contain the flood of emotions raging through her. The scene was flooded with overwhelming love from everywhere. Despite the confusing events she had just witnessed, Danaë was happy to have been a part of it. She would never explain to herself how something quite like this could have happen during a simple escorting mission – but she was not one to be surprised by the unexpected turns life took all the time. One ear turned towards the young mother, she listened to her gentle lullaby, wishing she could have done the same for her daughter. The bells around her neck rang gently as her head rocked slowly to the song’s rhythm. Keeping the mother safe on the way home would be her priority from now on – she still kept a traumatic memory of Lucie falling sick due to the excruciating journey through the desert when they left for the Oasis and would do anything so another child wouldn’t have to suffer through this. She kept Grault distracted while keeping an eye on Selora, in case she’d need any assistance while Ashitash and Mordekai were off to deal with Blair.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Aug 14, 2019 4:07:29 GMT -6
 Aiolos;Vagabond | Missionary
Keep your head down, say nothing.The young hybrid found himself peeking, just a little, around the body of another to glimpse what was happening. His gaze flickered to the body of Selora, clutching in pain, he didn't really know what she was going through, but he did understand pain, so in that regard he felt sorry for her.
Quickly he was distracted by Alya's movements, the way she joyously moved through her people, even blessing them with barely a second thought as she made her way to Selora, brushing the mare with her wing, allowing her to effortlessly birth the child. Which still had Aiolos gagging.
The moment made Aiolos think about when Alya had blessed him, in one of his darkest moments, close to death. She had allowed him an opportunity to escape when he had dire need and it had come in handy many times over for the young Vagabond.
When the Sky Mother had looked at him, she had a hint of confusion which by how she had reacted to everything else around her, Aiolos assumed was due to the changes he was blessed with by Digend. However, Alya had not looked at him with the fire she had at Fletcher and he was somewhat thankful for that. Looking at Fletcher, making sure he was still facing the other way, Aiolos looked up into Alya's eyes and quietly whispered, "Thank you." Then teleporting further away so Fletcher wouldn't catch him speaking to her.
Aiolos was young, why wouldn't a child that was raised as he was want the praise of not one but two goddesses, in the same day! The young Hybrid found he had no regrets. Digend still controlled his heart of course, but he guessed that Alya couldn't see that.
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 15, 2019 0:38:11 GMT -6
Fletcher
Missionary
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His skin crawled unpleasantly under the goddess' furious stare, twitching at the shoulder as if flies were parading across him and he wished silently he could have joined his own pale Goddess in her retreat. Digend believed in him he was sure, and he simply had to keep himself from saying anything that would land him in trouble with Alya.
Fletcher narrowed his eyes briefly as the wind god began to move, and he left Selora's side, pinning his ears back at the agonizing screams of pain. He was entirely indifferent to the miracle of childbirth, raised in the heart of the Old Cult, born a Nothing and remaining so until he could slay a wolf without aid. Children were extra mouths to feed, irritating, annoying and a waste of space and resources, until the day they proved themselves and were allowed to chose a name. This particular child, it seemed, would never get that far and he felt a moment of pity for Selora as the end sounded so dreadfully painful. Of course... they could simply cut the child from her belly. Fletcher had witnessed that up close and personal when one of Digend's Brides was a heavily pregnant mare. For a moment he wondered where the magically aged youngster was now. Taken in by the Cult, yes, and still spreading terror? Likely. That one had been raised to love blood and death.
He was distracted from his thoughts by another cry, and Alya was now at Selora's side. With a gentle touch of the goddess' wing, the struggling mother found ease and pushed life into the world. Even Fletcher had to admit that was an incredible sight to behold. The foal was massive and would make a strong follower for Digend. He smiled softly, a real and honest smile which reflected deeply in his eyes as Selora held the foal at her chest, and that smile gave way to a gentle chuckle when Ashitash and Mordekai tore off to stop the ever curious Blair from touching Digend's glass pillar. Danae was still distracting the lizard and Aiolos? Psh, keeping his distance from the bloody scene.
Fletcher glanced at the rangers, Slate and Aconite, then briefly at Alya, before moving just a few steps closer to Selora. He wanted to congratulate her and he wanted to get a better look at the newborn whom she would obviously raise to Digend, right?
"What a beautiful young soul. Congratulations mother. "
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Post by PennthePony on Aug 15, 2019 9:13:11 GMT -6
SELORA
its complicated
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As Fletcher drew closer, Selora recoiled slightly, wings drawing tighter to her and her sons bodies and looking up at him through cutting eyes. “Yes… thank you.” Even in the short amount of time she had known him, she knew what his gain was. No Cultist could be taken away from their purpose, she had known this for a long time now. She could feel wriggling in the saddlebag under her wing, Jerusalem had finally woken.
The black cat slipped out of the saddlebag, finding his way in front of the new child and his mother. His tail flicked uneasily, nosing the newborn before turning, bristling, towards Fletcher. Arching his back, he let out a feral hiss, claws outstretched. Something about this horse made him feel cornered.
Selora watched without surprise, however, to her familiar’s reaction to the Digend worshipper. “I know what you are thinking, Fletcher.” She paused to move a hair from her child’s forehead. He was beginning to stir, trying to find his feet. Removing the wrapping from around his feeble legs, she nosed him to rise, rising herself in example. The colt tripped over himself a few times, but quickly rose to his feet, shaking off the sand that was plastered to his body, spraying it in all directions. His wings fluffed out at the sight of the three eyed hybrid standing in front of him, and he retreated beneath his mother, crying out. Even just after birth, his withers reached Selora’s elbow.
She nuzzled him beneath her, encouraging him to feed. When he had found what he had been looking for, Selora looked back to Fletcher. Jerusalem was still bristled in front of her, as if to protect her from a creature ten times his size. “He was born of Alya, he will be raised of Alya — no matter my own beliefs.” Her voice was even, the tenacity in her eyes dared him to disagree with her. This was her son, and she refused to allow any failures on her part with this one.
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Post by Luneby on Aug 15, 2019 10:53:05 GMT -6
The animal would not be the only one to defend Selora. Keeping Grault at bay from afar, she bolted by the mare’s side, interposing herself between her and Fletcher. Eyes aggressively darting at him, ears pinned against her neck, her posture was aggressive, pushing the large stallion away. Fire burnt in her stare – a flicker constantly visible that had turn into a raging inferno this moment. She was a daughter of fire, as much as the kirin had Ignacio’s scales. She was not one to turn her back on a situation that repulsed her. She started to sign angrily, bells at her ankles ringing frantically as she spoke. He might not be able to understand her message, but he sure as hell understand that she wanted him to back off.
This is not your place to be – said accusing legs. You do not belong in this moment as it is hers only – said raging eyes. Leave her alone – she concludes, snarling. She then looks back at Selora, worried eyes questioning her. « Are you alright?» she ask,ed body language much gentler – almost afraid of letting the bells ring too loud around the baby, although they couldn’t do much harm. She looks towards the frail figure of the child who was standing already, eyes shining with emotion. The beauty of the child was undeniable, Danaë was admirative as she witnessed their first clumsy movements that had this childish grace to them. There truly wasn’t any better sight in the world. A miracle child born of Alya’s grace, sparing Selora’s life and his own : they were quite a little wonder already, and they accomplished all of those things within a few minutes of existing. Danaë chuckled internally at this thought.
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 15, 2019 13:14:33 GMT -6
ALYA
Alya feels immediately taken by the newborn pegasus. She remembers, thousands like him, yet not like him. Each soul unique, perfect to her. She smiles at the child, warm and loving.
You have faltered but not fallen, Selora.
And my sands are in your blood. This is your home.
She had been there when Selora was born, and she would be there when she would die, and Alya would remember her and her son long after they were gone. As she remembered all her children.
Brave Danaë.
Alya looks at her furious signing at Fletcher, and can’t help but… Grin? She is so proud of her children, her fierce and brave children.
But it reminds her.
She looks at the tower, her expression grim. She wants to level it to the ground, but she is not sure if she can.
Or if she can, what damage it will do.
She looks at Blair at the foot of the tower, and those close enough can see the goddess roll her eyes. That’s one of her brothers’ mortals, that’s for sure.
Alya stops. Frowns.
Looks skywards.
She had not expected anyone to answer her call, but now, she is called in return.
Alya considers, but only for a passing second. She knows she must go.
I must go.
But first, I will send you away from this… Thing.
Alya looks at Aiolos and Fletcher.
It is time for you to leave.
And with a single glare, they are gone. Teleported away, outside the borders of Sedo, some miles into Sirith.
Alya then looks at the remaining mortals.
She smiles at them, and you can feel her longing. How she wishes she could walk Hireath with you.
With a breath, you are teleported off. Within Sedo, Alya’s power knows few bounds.
But one remains.
Alya glares at Dalach, confused and angry once more. But no matter how she tugs, she can not move him.
The bond is severed.
Tell your God I am coming for her.
She can not taint what is mine.
Alya spreads her wings, kicks up to the sky, and is gone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2019 6:28:13 GMT -6
Dalach made an effort to stay off to the side, to not draw too many gazes. His connection to Alya was severed, and he was not touched by her presence. Scared of it, certainly, but not touched. It took a lot of effort to not roll his eyes at her regarding the mortals, them responding like sheep to a shepherd. Mere sheep.
He glanced over at Fletcher and Aiolos; he knew they would not falter. True followers never would. Selora he wasn’t so sure about. He supposed a divine intervention could feel… meaningful. He understood it on a logical level, but he didn’t share the feelings. He made an effort to look like he did, though.
Just before Fletcher and Aiolos were teleported off he gave Fletcher a knowing glance, the first time during their shared journey. He might have sworn he saw a small grin, before he found himself in Sirith.
Expressions drained from Dalach’s face as soon as Alya was done with the other mortals, however. He could feel her try to grasp and tug, but his feet remained on the sand. And it hurt. It hurt probably more than anything ever had in his entire life. His face contorted into a grimace and his wings spread, it was a reflex but it was mockery, as well. He’d been born with Her wings but he would never be hers, again.
Dalach only responded after Alya was already gone: “What needs to be, will be.”
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 18, 2019 1:25:38 GMT -6
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