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Post by seechem on Mar 4, 2021 15:16:14 GMT -6
A N G É L I Q U E
a sanctum attendant of Oralee
'When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies...'
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Angélique had followed in Rosalba and Moira's shadow from the sanctum. Her legs wobbled with fatigue, the evening's chaos already wearing on her young body. With Sereya on one side they approached the embers of the building. Smoke billowed up in dark rivets and Angélique coughed a little, mostly out of tiredness. A flash of red and blue caught her eye and she recognised Adelaide. She was not alone, Sereya sprang from her side, and Angélique almost bounded over too, but instead looked up at Rosalba and Moira. She loved her friend, but she wasn't sure how steady she felt yet. When the adults stopped close to her lovey-dovey friends Angélique had a moment to take in the scale of the damage done. One dead wyvern, a building ablaze and a good number of equines gathered to watch. It almost felt overwhelming, but after what she had seen in the sanctum, it was almost soothing.
A flash of gold followed by sudden, welcome warmth made Angélique sob. Euonia, her beloved aunt. The scent of cinders mixed with incense surrounded her as delicate feathers brushed her cheeks and flanks. Oh Gods, thank Ignacio, thank the Flame. She was safe, she was safe! Angélique hiccupped through happy tears, "Auntie, auntie, I'm alright. I'm okay. Sereya kept me safe-I'm-I'm so sorry I worried you." Euonia's lights bobbed around her, and Angélique couldn't help smiling, everything else fading away around her. She was safe. Euonia was alright. The Flamen looked worse for wear, but Angélique could stomach it. Moria and Rosalba were there, her friends were there. The kiss that brushed her forehead nearly made her blubber openly, but she sniffled, composing her tears. Euonia drew back and like a magnet Angélique followed. She was Flamen Euonia's niece, and an attendant of her sanctum. Her little chest puffed out and she stood beside her glorious auntie her tail lashing side to side. Euonia, Moira, Rosalba, Addie and Reya could fix this. All the people of influence in her life could pull this all back, like being woken from a nightmare. In unfolding her wings, the child skipped to the side, hovering by her aunt, and casting gleeful eyes at Adelaide and Sereya.
Upon the instruction to put more distance between the group and the fire, Angélique nodded, "Alright. Come on now," she looked to some of the youngsters in the group, especially the squabbling kirin child, "let's get out of the heat." She smiled warmly towards the little one, before dancing closer to her aunt, almost inviting the youngster to come and play in a safer spot.
  Word Count: 470 Post #1 Interacting With: Euonia, anyone who can hear her really Mentions: Cin'ciri, Adelaide, Rosalba, Moira and Sereya |
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Post by seechem on Mar 4, 2021 15:41:59 GMT -6
A D E L A I D E
an Eminent of House Julius
'Though I will wait forever more, my love will never die...'
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The use of 'darling' made Adelaide stiffen. No matter the little smile from Indrina, Adelaide's fur felt ruffled. She did her best to ignore the little tendrils of anger clawing at her mind, and nodded. "Yes, we need to move everyone back." But the other equines were caught in their own conversations and investigations. Reunions were happening all around them, and Adelaide felt more and more like an island. Aegon's voice caught her off-guard as he had already dissolved like a shadow in her focus, she was so used to him being there. "Well my brother can tell me that himself, when the blithering idiot comes back." She muttered under her breath, nervously glancing at Aegon. The unspoken 'if' hanging in the air. Aegon had begun to speak again when a softer, more pleasing voice intruded.
Sereya. Adelaide's breath left her, and her world narrowed in on the kirin before her. The way she so elegantly and seamlessly moved into the group. She sidled past Idrina with a smile that made Adelaide's heart flutter. Perfect, beautiful Sereya. She could have laughed out loud with joy and amazement. Only her darling love could so coyly toy with another Eminent at a time like this. The soft pink muzzle that pressed against her trembled, and Adelaide pressed back, eyes half lidded as she stared into those delicate eyes. What was she doing out here? Was she alright? "Me too, my love." She leaned into the touch of Sereya's teke, and already felt a hundred times more alive. When Sereya stepped back, it was like a little void opened up. Adelaide didn't hesitate to plant herself strongly beside her girlfriend, not letting her out of her sight or beyond her touch.
Rosalba's presence would usually have made Adelaide bolt upright and hastily dart away from Sereya, but she could tell the Head of House Cardea was worn down. She bowed her head generously to the Advisor. "Your Eminence." she returned. Flamen Moira and a few others joined the forming circle and soon news of what had transpired at the Goldhead was being shared. Suddenly pieces began to slot together. "Reya," she whispered, her nose pressing against the filly's ear slightly, "tell me you were not at the sanctum?" She pulled back, looking over her dearest love anxiously. If that beast had harmed a single hair on her head- But it didn't matter Sola was dead, and it seemed Isador was to blame for two attacks on his own people. Anger was working on Adelaide, and it was only the arrival of Flamen Euonia that stopped her from causing a scene. The Flamen's grand unveiling felt timely, and it gave a chance for Adelaide to see if her suspicions had been correct. Golden dragon blood stained Euonia's wings, and the eminent cringed. How could she stand it? And still so dutiful to her people. Angélique was at Euonia's side, and looked similarly haggard. What had she missed?
"Flamen Euonia is right, let us all take a proper step back. What has happened here is in the past, we need to all regroup and take stock of what has happened," then grimly, under her breath, "and what needs to happen next." She nudged Sereya gently, her eyes never leaving her most precious love, as she made her way closer to Euonia and away from the roar of the dragon's fire.
   Word Count: 590 Post #3 Interacting with: Sereya😘, Aegon, Rosalba, Indrina and everyone in general Mentions: Angélique, Euonia |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 4, 2021 18:53:19 GMT -6
║⟪⟡ S K Ö L L ⟡⟫║
"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?" 
Skoll noticed the way Delta leaned into him, the way her teke tangled in what was left of his mane, and he softly huffed, keeping pace with her while leading her over to the other group. He hoped she'd explain the cuts. Those were not there the last time he had seen her, and it made anger well up in his chest to think of how they'd gotten there.
But he moved on, listening to her explanation. The wyvern blew fire into one of the Sanctums? He disagreed with the fact the non-kirins worshipped the God of the Kirins, but he could not deny that those were still holy sites, still houses of Ignacio, and a wyvern attacked such a place? Unthinkable. Disgraceful. An affront to the God who had created the beasts himself. It was farther proof that the noble beasts were not meant to be companions of non-kirins... Proof that the death of the beast was the best solution. Remove a toy from a child who used it improperly.
His lip curled, baring his teeth, though he could do little else to show his displeasure with what had occurred. He glanced at the Force Field shards. Ah. That was why she did not have her bridles... He followed the nod, looking at Eliina. Medicine... Hm. That was useful... His gaze settled on the wyvern's body once more, brows furrowed. Such a disgrace to Ignacio and his creations...
His ears twitched, and he shrugged slightly. He wanted a wyvern once, wanted to be a Dragon Hoplite, but he was never chosen. And he doubted he would ever get the chance to obtain one now... But... There was another wyvern? A juvenile... So these false Aodhians were gaining more Wyverns? Or losing them, in the case of this one... But knowing they were being able to gain them... Concerning. True, their fire could not hurt a kirin, but the claws and teeth could do more then enough damage.
At least he agreed with Delta's sentiment. A wyvern should never be used against their own people, or against those in a home of Ignacio... He blinked, looking at Cass, sneering for a moment. Stayed in the city- Yes... He was... Afraid to leave, looking like he did. But he covered that emotion up with a small scoff, working his jaw slightly against the leather and metal to indicate he couldn't respond, but hopefully Cass got the message that he wasn't truly pleased with his current location either.
Though when the group seemingly was being ushered away, he nudged Delta forward again to follow, still moving slow to be mindful of her limp, and glanced at Cass with a raised brow in a small offer for him to come with.
448 Words; Post 4
Interacting with: Delta, Cass
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Post by kerarose on Mar 5, 2021 5:44:21 GMT -6
INDRINA From ashes to glory
[picture upcoming] Post 3 | WC: 343
IW: Euonia, Rosalba, Adelaide
Mentions: Sereya Indrina smiled at the Flamen as she spoke to them, giving her a nod of respect. "Thank you, Flamen," she said, "your help would be greatly appreciated."
She turned then to look at the two young Emins- a lover's pair, from an Ancient House and a Lesser House, at that. Judging by the look that the Adviser wore, Rosalba didn't approve. She let only a small smile show on her face- she did enjoy a bit of political drama. Her eyes landed on the Adviser once more- perhaps she could convince the kirin to arrange a marriage to one of the distant House Xoias heirs. It would be a good match.
Catching of the eye of the Adviser, she smiled and nodded. She may not be Head yet, but her father was turning over more and more to her- she could be part of any marriage agreements, even if she had yet to take a partner of her own.
She shook her head at the Adviser's words. "I'm afraid I do not know what happened here," she said, eyes flicking to the dead beast laying before the Goldhead Pub. Lowering her voice, practically whispering into the Adviser's ear, she murmured her true thoughts. "I am glad the beast is dead, though. It was about time."
She rolled her eyes at Sereya's deliberate mispronunciation of her name, but did not comment. Sereya was a child- she would learn in time to never go against House Xoias. Her House could make a wonderful ally, but just as dangerous an enemy if you dared cross them.
Indrina listened to the Flamen speak, and flicked her ears forward, before speaking again. "Indeed," she said, stepping to Euonia's side, and nodding at Adelaide, "we must move back. We can piece together what happened from a safe distance."
Once more, she stepped further into the crowd, aiming to push them away from the burning building and the dead wyvern. As her eyes flicked towards the swirling, silent storm above, she wondered if all hell was about to break loose.
E L I I N A
POST 3 | WC: 333
IW: Delta, Skoll | Mentions: Phoenix, Rosalba
As more and more people from Azar began to show their faces, Eliina felt doubt rear its ugly head in her gut. These equines knew what she had done, in an effort to give Phoenix and the rest of the group at the Goldhead enough time to prepare, and potentially escape. It was hard to hide her distinct form, and so she tried to back away, into the crowd.
And then Phoenix turned to speak to the Adviser who controlled her position.
Eliina quickly found space within the growing crowd, hiding amongst the throng of bodies. She quickly found someone who would not hate the sight of her, though- the labor slave she had seen, and knew well. She had to talk business with her, anyways, so she might as well speak with her.
"Evening, Delta," she spoke, her voice soft and melodious. "I do believe I offered you medicine, correct?" She gave the larger mare a subtle wink and a soft grin, hoping to win the mare over to her side. She may dislike the mare's past, but she felt a grudging respect forming. She had protected children from Sola's wrath, had offered her Blessings to save as many as she could, and apparently had a strict sense of honor.
She then gave the mare a serious look, and lowered her voice even further. "I also promised you information, which I can give as soon as we are a safe distance away from the building."
The dark mare's eyes caught on the large pegasus beside her, wearing a harshly formed bridle. It looked painful- a heavy noseband and what appeared to be a harsh bit were included to keep the stallion in line. Turning to him, she raised her head, flicking an ear towards him. "Who is your friend, Delta?" she asked, marveling at the strength written in every graceful line of his form. He was truly the picture of strength- which was, perhaps, why he was bridled and bitted so harshly.
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 5, 2021 6:15:52 GMT -6
CHECKPOINT
The silent, dark storm continues to brew above. The lightning has mostly subsided, for now, and the sky is a mournful grey color. No stars are visible, and it is solely the light from the burning pub that provides illumination in the oppressive darkness – that, and a few streetlights further down the road.
The Chevaliers seem to be having trouble keeping the fire from spreading. One of them is using Water Manipulation to draw water from the nearby cistern, while others have formed a bucket chain. A few are using Earth Manipulation to pull soil over the flames, but with little effect.
Suddenly, the red glow of the flames is replaced by a wholly different light phenomenon.
Someone looks up and gasps.
The stormclouds have been swept away from the way of the moon, torn down like curtains. From the break in the clouds, you can see a full moon – but it should not be full moon tonight, should it?
And the moon is blue, a bright and vibrant blue.
The blue glow washes over you, and then becomes a shine, gaining hues of purple and red and gold as the moon is now like a sun, terrible and bright and vibrant, casting down a beam of sunrays upon the very road you stand on, even as the rest of the city lays in the darkness of a stormy night.
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Post by Luneby on Mar 5, 2021 7:22:45 GMT -6
 S E R E Y AOf monsters and flowers
Of course, Sereya was torn about upsetting her mother – as much as the mare already knew about her relationship with Adelaide. She was riding the thrill that it was to unapologetically be with her in plain sight for the first time, in front of her own mother. Fear still coiled inside her – she could tell this would be subject to scrutiny, especially from the way Indrina looked at them. She guessed that she got what she paid for. But it did not matter now. After what had felt like a close brush with death, all she could care about was that her loved ones were with her and were safe. Despite how terrifying the situation and the lack of explanation for it were, she was thankful to not be alone. Decorum had not ever mattered less to her, and she could not keep away from the one she truly loved in their shared time of need. No one could take this away from her. “ I… I was.” She sniffled, guilt poking at her heart. “ It was foolish and selfish of me. Harlan was hurt and Angélique could have died.” She added between gritted teeth, pushing her head against Adelaide’s mane to hide her tears. “ I was worried about Mother I just… could not stay home and wait to hear about another tragedy.” She swallowed back her tears and took a step back, so she could stare into her lover’s gentle eyes. “ I guess I should be thankful for not burning. Had it not been for my scales, Angie and I would have been toast.” She looked away in shame, ears turning backwards as her tail swished from side to side. “ But I’m okay now. As long as I’m with you, I always will be.” She whispers with a bashful smile. She stood back when Euonia revealed herself, eyes wide with surprise as she deeply bowed her neck before taking a few steps back. As she thought, it seemed the Flamen was with her mother earlier, and involved in the current events. She had quietly started to move away from the building alongside Adelaide, as it had been requested of the crowd. The unnatural storm had just become an afterthought in the back of her mind, largely eclipsed by the wyvern. Finding herself suddenly cast in a vibrant blue light made it jump right back at the forefront of her concerns. A blue sun shone brightly at the edge of midnight, its threatening rays casting the crowd in harsh light. “ That can’t be good.” She let out, entangling her tail around Adelaide’s. And there she thought that nothing worse than Sola could happen in one night.
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WC: 440| Post # 2
OOC: interacting with Adelaide, mentions Angélique, Rosalba, Harlan, Indrina |
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Post by kajeayn on Mar 5, 2021 7:51:32 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 604 | Post 2
Dimly, she heard what sounded like hooves approaching, and she turned slowly towards it, ears swiveling towards the sound. She felt slowed, as if time itself dragged through tar, and it took her a long moment to process the voice that spoke to her, a slow horror creeping like ice through her.
“Cally. I told you to stay inside-” She cut herself off with a sudden huff of air, pressing her lips together as she squeezed her eyes shut, slowly shaking her head. “Never mind. I don’t care. I’m just glad you’re here.” She said after a pause, even though she did care, and she simply didn’t want to argue. Callerya was a grown adult, an expecting mother- she could make her own choices.
Even if Moira dearly wished she had chosen to remain at home.
“I’m all right,” She replied, even though she was visibly favoring her left fore leg, partially healed burns and still raw skin crossing over her in a literal bloody shoulder. The small cut over her eye had closed over, but blood still remained on her face and over her eye, smearing her eye makeup down her face.
“Are you all right? I hope you didn’t run all the way here.” She huffed, looking over Callerya, even as she took an unsteady step closer. She leaned briefly into the mare, realizing abruptly that she was covered in soot and wyvern blood, stained glass shards sprinkled in her hair. She likely wasn’t the most pleasant to embrace, and had to settle for a brush of her neck against hers, squeezing her eyes shut.
She pulled back reluctantly, her ears flat as she looked at Callerya, face tight.
“It’s not safe out here, we’re too close to the building as it is.” She fretted, glancing once towards the remains of the Goldhead- ash and soot collecting in her throat- and wrenched her eyes suddenly away.
Suddenly, a voice she had been desperate to hear spoke up, and in that moment it was almost as if Ignacio Himself spoke to her.
Euonia was alive.
The sudden wash of joy and relief nearly brought her to her knees, her head snapping towards the speaker, and she felt suddenly as if all that had been holding her up suddenly fell away. Her legs trembled beneath her, as if spiting her for lying to Callerya, and she swallowed hard, feeling almost like she might faint.
“She’s- she’s right, let’s go.” She urged, clearing her throat when her voice broke briefly. She stepped unevenly forward, moving to nudge Callerya gently with her nose.
Asalah came to help Sunny, and so Moira left the mare to her, but stumbled briefly when the doctor directed a question to her. Her eyes snapped briefly towards the foal clutched in Asalah’s teke, and when she turned away she felt something cold and painful sink into her heart.
She was quiet a little longer than she meant to be.
“...No,” She replied softly. “None.” She smiled thinly, a reflex she didn’t think about, glancing briefly towards the building as she pushed herself forward, the sudden muffled edge her thoughts had taken on helping to dull the pain that spiked up her bad shoulder.
She had barely taken another step before the skies suddenly parted, and she was bathed in the light she felt in Azar- the light that made her feel less alone, that He was here, colored light of inspiration and all His virtues. She froze, though it wasn’t fear that held her in place- none at all as she turned slowly towards the glowing bright moon, her eyes wide.
INTERACTING: Callerya and Asalah, mentions Euonia and Cin-Ciri!
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Post by kajeayn on Mar 5, 2021 7:54:39 GMT -6
R O S A L B A
post 2 | wc 432
Her head turned at the approach of a familiar figure, her ears perking when Phoenix approached her- certainly looking the worse for wear, but she held her head high in a way that Rosalba could not help but like.
And she came bearing important news, news that lifted a weight off her shoulders, thinking of all who had been at the Goldhead- so many she could not bear the thought of losing. She could admit that here, after the night she had. Even the ones she barely knew, she was relieved to have not lost- losing anyone for this cause was an idea she didn’t want to face.
“Thank you,” She told the slave quietly, eyes flickering over her as she checked her unconsciously for injuries. “You should be resting, I think. We could see you from Azar.” She admitted, a ghost of a smile at her mouth as she nodded back in the direction of the Sanctum.
She found the entire interaction between Sereya and Adelaide nauseating, and she had half a mind to remind them about public decorum, but she also found herself too tired to care.
Every time she felt a flicker of irritation it was quickly doused by the still vividly bright fear that had brought Rosalba racing to Azar. It still clung like frost to her coat, chilling her to the core, and she shivered unbidden in the warm air.
She had nearly lost her tonight. She could forgive a little teenage hormones.
She hummed agreement when Adelaide spoke up, glad to see Flamen Euonia on her feet and looking… well, tattered, but she was still attempting to lead a crowd, and Rosalba could do her part by quietly obeying.
She moved back, barely keeping herself from reaching out to snag Sereya’s tail in hers like the girl was still a filly, taking only a few steps before the skies cleared.
Her head snapped up, staring up at the bright blue moon, her gaze swiveling back and forth as she tried to see all that was going on- seeing how far the light stretched, the colors that rained down from a moon that should not be full, almost seeming closer then it should be.
She took a step closer to Sereya, eyes locked on the moon as colors passed over them both- she would have to trust that Harlan and Sirocco would protect them, but she could not tell what was coming, and that was what frightened her the most.
She wondered- would the others see the moon? Was this a sign of something happening to them?
INTERACTING: Phoenix and Sereya, mentions Euonia and Adelaide! |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Mar 5, 2021 9:03:30 GMT -6
 Cass knew how to interpret those that couldn't speak or refused to speak. After all, most slaves had been taught from the get go that speaking wasn't wise. Skoll's sneer and following scoff was enough.
He wasn't happy, but why stay then? Cass frowned ever so slightly before turning the thought over in his head. He himself wasn't exactly happy with his situation, and yet he stayed, too. Quietly, he eyed the interaction between the pegasus and hippocampus, their closeness dawning upon him a little late. He has horses he wants to protect, too.
As they were being ushered, Cass openly accepted the unspoken invitation, his curiosity getting the better of him as he unpacked the tidbits of information given to him. The fact that the labor slave was still here despite her bridle being removed was... telling, though the smuggler wasn't sure if she was trying to keep herself in good standing or if there was another reason she was here... aside from the obvious one he had only just clued himself into.
As he continued walking, he couldn't help but stop for just a moment, the sky above giving the stallion reason to pause. "You both may want to look up." He whispered, his mind racing.
Is the Smoldering Sun going to make an appearance? He was still new to his belief in Ignacio, after the god himself had appeared before him and gifted him his shields, but despite this, he felt a strength within the thought. Or is this some other sign?
Post 3 | 255 Words
Interacting with Skoll & Delta
 Alaine had joined in on helping clear the fires, passing buckets between the tavern and one of the inlets. She was a safe distance away from the flames and in no place to get harmed, but she had to hum to herself and wonder how she had gotten into this situation. She had just wanted to see what was happening. She was certain one of the Chevaliers had seen the colors of her outfit and had decided she was still on duty. How dreadful.
She wasn't complaining though. The only horse she recognized was the gentry, Shay, and she had only met him once or twice in passing while at the library. He was interacting with the nobles, something she preferred to keep away from. Her mouth was by far unsuited for charismatic displays, and while he looked distracted-
"Watch what you're doing." One of the Chev's grumbled beside her as she nearly toppled a bucket into them. She dipped her head and grumbled something about being tired, and before she really knew what was happening she was removed from the line. A relief, sure, but she felt like she should be helping.
Quietly, she walked over towards Shay, hoping that maybe he needed some help instead. "Shay! What's going on here?" She asked, ears flicked forward in curiosity. She wasn't aware if she was interrupting anything, but kept a reasonable distance from the burning building.
Then she saw it. Looking up, her eyes widened. "Look at the moon." She whispered.
Post 2 | 251 TLDR: is not near the building but is trying to get shay and the others to look up at that moon
The fires are being doused by a water transpiration method that could use a little bit of updating. These horses do not seem to think of building their homes from something that cannot burn, though considering their eclectic lifestyles, there are plenty of reasons why this may have been the chosen material. Note: Research further.
Crowley was documenting everything as quickly as he could, this new society, while so advanced, had much that could be improved upon and much that still needed further documentation. There were plenty of modern day scholars who were absolutely obsessed with the past, but the sociology and anthropology of the present seemed to be something largely left undocumented.
The wyvern - I can't believe they exist in this day and age!- appears to be fully grown and was taken down by multiple means. There are claw marks on it's face, making it seem as if another smaller wyvern.
He paused in his writing, realizing that he wasn't needing the small orb of light to see his paper. Quietly, he turned upwards, eyes locking on the full moon above, turning into a sun in the sky, looking down at the wreckage.
What's this about? He wondered to himself, quietly glancing around at the group before penning a few things down. It seemed strange that it only lit this spot within the city.
Ignacio is with us. Crowley wrote after a moment. His Light Shines upon this point in the city.
Post 2 | 230
TLDR: don't mind him, he's just live tweeting history
 The storm was getting darker as she heard the others speak of moving away from the burning building, which she most certainly agreed was the best option. Quietly, she walked over to Shay and the others. "Master Shay, I do believe it would be wise to move away from the building. We spent all night working on your outfit and I'd hate for something to happen to it... more than it already has." She eyed the corner where his newly formed scar sat. She could see that some of the stitching had come loose, her eyes squinted a little as she thought about having to redo the embroidery there, though it wasn't something out of her hooves.
"The same goes for you, Master Tate." She added, turning her eyes towards the librarian that had joined them on their journey to the tavern. She rightly thought it'd be a good idea to just head home, but alas, Master Shay was a determined young colt.
She, unlike the others, did not notice the moon above. Her mind was far too per-occupied with the fact that Shay had destroyed such fine garments on what was supposed to be such a wonderful night.
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TLDR: The moon is blue? I didn't know because I decided to hyper focus on this one thing that needs to be fixed. Also, Master Tate is an unfortunate string of words to put beside each other.
 The look in Moira's eyes told Asalah all she needed to know. The soft no whispered was almost lost to her, but she could tell the Flamen was hurt by the thought of children. She nodded, solemn for a moment as she collected her thoughts. She heard others usher them away from the building, and she followed without question, her mind still on the look on the Flamen's face. The thin smile she gave her, burned into the mare's mind.
That feeling did not stay with her long. As she continued to focus on Sunny and taking care of the damage done by Sola, Isador's wyvern, the moon washed her in a comforting glow.
At first, she thought that Cascade had come to her aid, but after a moment she realized that was foolish. The water goddess had her connections here, Asalah knew as much from the pendant that sat under her scarf, but this light wasn't hers.
It was His. Quietly, she glanced up, feeling Ignacio's light upon her, upon this clearing. She, like Moira, found herself frozen in place. A comfort sat upon her, though she also had to wonder, why here? Why now?
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Post by misttheelf on Mar 5, 2021 10:04:22 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 3 | WC 334 Caron chuckled a bit at Cin'Ciri's excitement, their tail flicking a bit when the child mentioned the tunnels, before Asalah picked Cin'Ciri up and turned to Moira and Sunny - They hadn't even noticed the Flamen and the poor mare who… just always seemed to get swept up in situations she simply couldn't handle. And the absence of Misti… they could only wonder where the other Flamen was, as they walked up beside Sunny, feeling the waves of unease coming from her, gently leaning against her uninjured side. "...It's alright, Sunny." They murmured quietly to her, Chiya letting out a calming trill, before starting to pick and preen at Sunny's mane, attempting to tuck loose strands back into the mare's bun.
Now they glanced back to Cin'Ciri, to answer the child's question, in a manner. "I think it was more dangerous for the building. But it wanted to sleep there, very much. And that's why it's sleeping so soundly." They said, glancing around and noticing Delta tucked under one of Skoll's wings - Ah. That makes more sense as to why he didn't escape then, as the two conversed with Cass.
They gave a hum as multiple others said they should move further from the building - and others were doing so. And not wanting to attract attention, and trying to help Sunny feel better… "Come, let's go a bit over there, okay Sunny?"
Their tail wrapped a bit around her, giving her a small hug, and gentle push to start moving a bit further away from the building.
Then the moon shown through, and Caron looked up at the surprisingly full moon. "...That's… odd." They mused, as suddenly the moon changed colors, to blue. And then became like a sun, with purple, red and gold. And they couldn't help but think of when Ignacio had transformed him. At the very end, when Ignacio had been leaving, when the sun turned purple for a blink of an eye. "... Ignacio..?" They whispered, asking none but the air itself.
OOC: Interacting with Sunny + Cin'Ciri! Only those close to them could hear the comment about the moon + Ignacio |
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Post by houndflash on Mar 5, 2021 11:29:15 GMT -6
Tate|Aodh|Smuggler
Tate stood on the sidelines, continuingly backing away from the burning building but attempting to stay close to Shay and Elanor. There was no point to leave them here with all the chaos going on, and that actually made it a better reason to stay. There would be nothing for the smuggler to do but worry for the safety of his friends if he left. Tate shook himself out of his small stupor as Elanor addressed him and Shay, hardly noticing that he had followed the smaller equine.
"Err, yes I absolutely agree, Elanor. Though please stop calling me that, I am no ones master." Tate sighed at the slave's interactions, muttering under his breath in exasperation, not expecting her to even take note of his words. Though any and all exhaustion or concern was swiftly washed away and the dark night suddenly turned into day, as Tate looked up in shock at the new form of the moon? "What in Ignacio's great name is happening here?" Tate stared in shock, poking Shay in the side to get his attention, though he doubted it would be necessary with how many others had noticed.
Post #2 Word Count 190
Cin'Ciri|Aodh|Gentry
Cin'ciri was still not happy, as he attempted to wiggle out of his mother's teke. She was now talking to some others who were hurt or something, but that was Mama's job. She was a doctor. It wasn't something Cin worried about. He was far more interested in, well everything else that was happening. It wasn't too often that there was a wyvern near by, that a building was on fire (just like his aunties had said, buildings were not as fire proof as he and Pel were), or that everyone was so excited by everything. So many people were out and about, whatever party Mama was going to must of been fun. And a bunch of the people had said things to him, which obviously meant they were all his friends now. That's how friends worked. He had finally wiggled out of his mother's teke and but got distracted by the shining lights of the Moon.
"Mama! Mama! Lookie! The moon is changing colors!" The child exclaimed, now using his teke to pull on one of the jellyfish frills in an attempt to get her attention at the new most exciting thing happening. "Do you think the moon is gonna put the fire out with the light?"
Post #3 Word Count 210
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Mar 5, 2021 12:21:25 GMT -6
 Art by: coffie-buzz
Phoenix Aodh - Servile Slave Phoenix dipped her head respectfully to the Advisor at her thanks and concern. The slave knew that she should be tending to herself, massaging her wings which she knew were going to ache something fierce the next day. And she also knew being out in public was a danger, especially since she hadn't particularly realized how visible she was in the sky. Flying was still a relatively new prospect for her, and after tonight, the young mare knew she would continue to fly. It wasn't just freeing, it was her essence. The slave stepped back away from Rosalba to give the Advisor her much needed space, letting lose a small sigh; the night was yet to be over, but she was very much ready to sleep.
Eliina had moved elsewhere, a quick glance lead Phoenix's eyes to where she was headed; a very large grey hippocampus [Delta] who stood with a cream colored pegasus with a vicious looking bridle on his face [Skoll]. The young slave didn't didn't want to intrude, so she took a moment to people watch, which was something she was particularly good at. It also reminded her she really needed to tell Eliina about everyone who participated in the battle against the golden wyvern.
A very pregnant mare [Callerya] trotted up to a black mare with some awful looking wounds on her shoulder [Moira], the latter of which made Phoenix wince. The remnants of golden blood was enough to tell the slave exactly what had happened. Luckily she hadn't had the misfortune of getting Sola's blood dripping on her, though she came close to having been swallowed entirely. Neither sounded at all pleasant in the slaves mind, and she shivered as she fought the gruesome image from her mind.
There was a child [Cin'ciri] gaining the attention of many others, including herself, about the mention of tunnels. Phoenix decided to file that strange information away for another time. The mention of Sola sleeping on the building and such being dangerous nearly made the slave snort. Poor kid... If only he knew that one of her murderers was close by.
Sweeping her gaze across the crowd lead her to another leather-winged pegasus next [Shay]. She vaguely recognized him as being one of Iscah's family, the mention of her old Mistress causing her to swallow a lump in her throat. She quickly tore her amber gaze away from the young pegasus, both because she wanted to forget what she could have had, and because a familiar voice caught her attention [Euonia]. Phoenix took a step towards the golden-winged pegasus, but thought better of it considering how the Flamen fussed over a younger unicorn filly [Angelique]. Phoenix continued to watch the Flamen for a time until Euonia address the crowd. After Euonia stopped speaking, the slave followed the pegasus' gaze to Adelaide and Indrina.
Adelaide requested the crowd keep back with the assistance of Indrina, following Euonia's movements. Past them, Phoenix watched the chevaliers struggle with the fire. They must have been tending to it for some time, but it looked just as bad, if not worse, than when Phoenix herself had left the blaze. Perhaps wyvern fire was something otherworldly, not so easily put out by water. She wondered if Cascade would at all be pleased to hear such a thought, but it made Phoenix wonder.
A gasp had Phoenix moving her head to the sky, a strange, large blue moon suddenly glowing through a part in the clouds. The moon...it looked far too close. And it was full. She wasn't one to really study the moon or it's phases nor follow them, but she was certain it wasn't supposed to be full tonight. She wasn't sure if she should be afraid, but anxiety still caused her to rush over to Eliina's side where she stood with Delta and Skoll and another horse who had joined them [Cass].
"Mistress." it was hard for Phoenix to completely hide her awe and anxiety, though she looked up and stared at the moon as it went from blue, to purple, red and then finally gold. It was like the sun itself. Her eyes were wide; what a strange phenomenon. Surely...surely the Gods were with them that night, she wondered. And judging how the moon turned to the sun, or something of that sort, didn't that mean that Alya and Ignacio were both here?
Her mind went back to the secret room in the Soleil Estate, where she herself had observed the illegal inscriptions of Alya's countenance.
All around her others were noticing, some idle chatter passing between them. And the shouts of that child [Cin'Ciri]. His last statement was curious though; if anyone could put out fire, it would be Ignacio. Would their God put the fire out? What was He even thinking about this mess?
Phoenix turned to her Mistress again. "Mistress...what do you think this means? The moon turning into a sun?" |
POST COUNT: 3 ♦ WORD COUNT: 823
MENTIONS: Rosalba, Eliina, Delta, Skoll, Callerya, Moira, Cinciri, Shay, Euonia, Angelique, Adelaide, Indrina, Cass,
INTERACTIONS: Eliina, but Delta, Skoll and Cass could could be counted because of proximity
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 5, 2021 19:03:29 GMT -6
║⟪⟡ S K Ö L L ⟡⟫║
"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Skoll heard a new voice, and he looked, seeing the mare Delta had previous pointed out. Ah. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at the wink, his ears flattening for a moment, his initial emotion one of suspicion as it seemed too friendly, like she wanted something from Delta... Not like he could say anything of his suspicions, and Delta would likely smack him if he tried, so he stayed where he was, listening and watching until he saw Eliina's gaze land on him, and he just lifted his head a bit higher to look down at her with a small huff, feathers ruffling.
And then the light changed, Cass whispering to look up. Blue? He looked up, seeing the moon- Why was it the full moon- And why was it so blue- He froze in place when the colors changed, slowly turning warmer, warmer, until it was like the beams of the burning sun.
Even with his bridle, he mouthed a single word in a silent bout of terror. Ignacio.
Genuine fear gripped his chest, emotions he loathed, rarely experienced, mixing with overwhelming shame and disgust. Was Ignacio going to appear, to speak? Would he notice him- A part of him hoped it he wouldn't, not wanting to be recognized in this form. But his crimes before the war, his imprisonment, Ignacio had been there, been part of his sentencing- Maybe- Maybe, he wouldn't recognize him without the scales- He couldn't-
But another part of him hoped if it was truly Ignacio, if he appeared, perhaps he would, maybe give him back what he deserved- Maybe- No, no, no, no- He'd ignored every prayer, every whisper, every plea Skoll had tried to give since his scales fell from his hide, his antlers shattering and crumbling, why would he...
He almost wanted to run. Run like the coward he was, ashamed and terrified of even the possibility of seeing his God again. His hooves carried him half a step backwards before he froze again. Too many here. There were too many here, and the shattered pieces of his pride was all he had left- He couldn't flee- It was all he had-
358 Words; Post 5
Interacting with: Eliina, Delta, Cass
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Post by seechem on Mar 6, 2021 7:00:59 GMT -6
A N G É L I Q U E
a sanctum attendant of Oralee
'When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies...'
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White light pierces through the amber glow of the fire. Angélique looks up and her mouth falls agape. A fine, clear, full moon shines down on them, and somewhere in the back of her head she knows that isn't right. Pale moonlight turns to dazzling blue, bathing them all in the oceanic colour. Angélique steps back, cowering beside her aunt. What sort of magic was this? Was it a sign from the Gods, on omen? Before she can fully register the colour it shifts to purple, then red and finally gold. The moon, symbol of the tyrannical Alya, had become like Ignacio's sun. Around them all it was as if it were suddenly daylight, though she could see past the glow that everywhere else but their immediate surroundings were still cast in darkness.
"Aunt," she whispered, pushing herself against the soft feather's of Euonia's wings, "what does this mean? Is this-is this Ignacio?" She could hear more and more horses gasp and shout and puzzle over what this all could mean. Surely, after everything, Ignacio did not condemn them? After such a night as this, even the God of Flame would not usurp the moon to hurt them more than they had already been. Right?
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Post by seechem on Mar 6, 2021 7:13:37 GMT -6
A D E L A I D E
an Eminent of House Julius
'Though I will wait forever more, my love will never die...'
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She could feel Sereya's breath against her neck as she quietly cried, and the girl bent her neck to hide her girlfriend's tears. "I'm-I'm just grateful you're alright." She sighed, "You're braver than you should be, my love, and kinder than others deserve." Sereya stepped back and looked away. Truly, her scales were the one good thing Ignacio had done for them, even if Sereya didn't think so. "Then I praise him for that." Her teke guided Sereya's face back around to look at her, "I don't deserve you." She placed a swift, reassuring kiss on Sereya's nose, drawing her close again. Advisor Rosalba could scold her later, could keep her from Sereya tomorrow, but right here and now, Adelaide would have to be hauled back kicking and screaming from Sereya's side. "I'll always be right here."
Following her eyes up, the eminent startled at the state of the sky. Swept clear of clouds and practically glowing with the strange new light of the moon. "No, it really can't." She added. She felt Sereya's tail wrap around her own, feeling grounded again. They would face whatever this was together.
Harlan and Sirocco were not far from them, and even Rosalba and moved closer to Sereya. Good. The one thing that both she and Rosalba had in common. Sereya would make it through whatever happened tonight, so help them all. Adelaide made sure to angle herself in front of Euonia as well, she had promised to keep the Flamen safe.
"So," she started, speaking to anyone who was within ear shot, "last I checked it wasn't a full moon tonight." Her eyes turned skyward, "Then, what on Hireath is that?"
Word Count: 300 Post #4 Interacting With: Sereya <3, Anyone in ear shot Mentions: Rosalba, Sirocco, Harlan |
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Post by Luneby on Mar 6, 2021 9:05:28 GMT -6
 E U O N I A"Renunciation, total and sweet."
Euonia found herself shielded in a procession of trusted ones, and slowly, she found her composure again. Angélique, Moira, and those who were with her in the Goldhead had survived, with parts of her worries eased, she could focus on what mattered most. Right now, it was getting these people to safety – she had no orders and would do what she saw fit on such an eventful night.
A sign would still have been nice still, she could only hope for the best.
She kept the frail filly close, safely tucked under her wings, carefully watching around as she walked slowly.
The sky caught her attention, once again. She had almost forgotten the heat and the supernatural looking storm that growled above their heads. That certainly was not Ignacio’s doing, but no horse could do such a thing – then who? Came to think of it, the fire did not seem to dim besides the Chevaliers’ best efforts. She glanced back at the flaming building with apprehension, noticing the seemingly pointless ballets the Chevaliers were performing, and watched their attempts at taming the flames remaining unsuccessful.
A cold, blue glow, washing over the crowd was what got her raising her head once again.
A blue moon shone upon them, unnatural, unforgiving. An anomaly in this very strange night.
No, it was not a moon. It was a sun, shifting in colors, creating day in the middle of the night. The mare’s heart started beating faster in her chest.
Now, that was something she was familiar with. Staring at the sun through crinkled eyes, rushes of excitement flowed through her where there should have been fear.
Could this be You?
Have You come to answer Your children’s prayers?
She pulled Angélique closer as she smiled towards the sky, closing her eyes.
“I hope it is.” She says in a strangely serene voice.
“I know it is.”
Who else could turn night into day and summon the sun at His will? Who else could give her hope in the eye of the storm? Euonia believed it was Him. It had to be Him.
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OOC: Talking with Adelaide, can be overheard.
WC: 350| Post # 3
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 7, 2021 9:11:19 GMT -6
CHECKPOINT
The moon-sun shines down on the crowd, blue and purple and red. The storm crackles around it still, and the fire still burns, but the light of the sun is too brilliant for them to compete with.
The shine becomes hot, like a day taking over the night, and the beam centers on the burning building, the flames growing ever taller. The Chevaliers abandon their attempts, backing off and telling the civilians to keep their distance – even the kirins, as a piece of mostly-molten rooftile falls onto the ground with a heavy thud.
A pillar of fire rises from the rubble, and suddenly, the moon is just a moon, cold and distant; and gone, as the storm quickly reclaims the sky.
The pillar of flames from the building rises, rises, rises, burning vibrant and red.
Then, suddenly, the flames are sucked in towards the building… And they begin to move.
A torrent of flames sweeps out of the husk of the Goldhead, leaving behind blackened wood and cracked marble, but not a hint of flame; not even an ember.
The inferno takes shape.
The flames turn purple and blacken.
Shadows and light are drawn in, and there he stands.
IGNACIO
The god’s form ripples like flame for a moment longer. On the edge of here and nowhere, Ignacio stands taller than any horse, towering over his mortals under the silent storm.
Flames burn upon his antler crown, and Ignacio’s very presence glows with the warmth and light of an open fire. He illuminates the crowd in a soft, purple and red glow.
His eyes sweep over them, until they settle on the fallen wyvern.
The god walks to the body, and his feet make no sound. Gently, he touches his muzzle to the cooling body.
I am sorry.
It is my folly that has brought this upon you.
As Ignacio speaks, a soft glow illuminates Sola. Her eyes open, and she draws breath, but her eyes are gentle, expectant.
Tired.
I am so sorry.
Without another word, the wyvern draws a soft inhale; and on exhale, her body shines like starlight. The wyvern is dead once more, and before your very eyes, the body burns away with a heatless flame.
Where there was a wyvern, there is now only twinkling little stars, and silent embers. They dance in Ignacio’s mane and hair, like jewelry made out of starshine.
Only the pools of golden blood tell that a wyvern ever lay here.
Ignacio closes his eyes, and the stars and embers are gone.
Something ancient has died, and Ignacio mourns her, as he mourned his fallen children.
In that moment, each of those present who share a connection with the volcano god can feel his pain too; the sadness of a star, as horrible as it is beautiful.
He opens his eyes and regards the crowd once more.
My children.
His flamelit eyes sweep over them, stopping for a moment as they regard Crowley, with a distinct look of approval.
And then, a moment longer when they finally reach Sköll. Another one of his.
Without a word, the bit in Sköll’s mouth cracks, losing its power.
Then, he returns his gaze to the rest of them; his new children, the ones who chose him. He regards his Flamines most of all, and he smiles.
How I have missed you.
Ignacio pauses, and then adds:
The night is yet young, and I can not remain.
But now, here, I am with you; you have called upon me, after all.
So many of you, in your own ways.
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Post by kerarose on Mar 7, 2021 9:49:14 GMT -6
INDRINA From ashes to glory
[picture upcoming] Post 4 | WC: 360
IW: Ignacio, All
Mentions: Euonia The moon's change to full- and its strange brightness- was unexpected, to say the least. Although she tried to portray the picture of elegance and knowing, she still found herself looking towards the Flamen for reassurance.
At her confident words- her reassurance that this was surely Ignacio's doing- Indrina relaxed, turning to address the audience as a whole. "Stay calm," she said, advising the crowd to relax. "Ignacio is with us. We will be alright if we trust in the Smoldering Sun."
She lifted her head to the sky again, and found herself almost wincing at its brightness. It was too much, the light and the color and the searing pain behind her eyes. She wished it would stop- this was Ignacio's doing, yes, but it was too much on a night where all hell had seemingly broken loose.
Then the moon dimmed, and the flames at the Goldhead rocketed higher. She found herself moving backwards from the too-terrible heat and falling molten roof tiles, forcing the crowd back with her-
And there he stood- Ignacio, shining like the sunset.
Her eyes flashed with a mixture of shock and surprise before it was quickly hidden behind her typical mask of kindness and a hint of superiority, one she had been trained to wear since her birth.
She watched as he moved to the great wyvern, perhaps one of the last ancient ones, and spoke to her. The dead wyvern woke for a moment, and Indrina's heart raced in fear- but the wyvern's eyes were calm, ready. With a sigh, the beast burned away, leaving little bits of shining beauty behind, which cloaked Ignacio in a beautiful glow.
Ever so cautiously, she moved forward, nodding deeply to her god. "We have missed you, Ignacio," she spoke, her voice soft and full of wonder. "What happened?" she asked, tilting her head towards the space where the great wyvern once lay, and then looking beyond to their great city.
Perhaps Ignacio could give them answers that would reveal why the ancient wyvern fell, although she was slightly glad that the False King could no longer use such a mighty beast as a weapon.
E L I I N A
POST 4 | WC: 316
IW: Phoenix | Mentions: Ignacio
Phoenix's question stalled the Envoy, who also gazed at the moon with a mixture of wonder and fear. "I don't know, Phoenix," she said, eyes wide as she gazed upon the strange moon.
She heard her cousin's cry for calm, and her ears pricked forward, watching Indrina speak. She turned to answer Phoenix, to assure her that everything was going to be alright, but then everything changed.
The moon grew bright, as bright as Ignacio's shining Sol, and then the flames at the Goldhead rose higher, burning so hot that she feared its imminent spread. The moon dimmed, and the blaze burned brighter, and Eliina gladly fell back as Indrina pushed the crowd back with her movements, making sure to keep Phoenix close by.
Then the flames took shape, forming Ignacio- and she felt nothing but fear.
He would know- He'd look into her soul and see everything that had gone wrong tonight, how badly she had messed everything up and gotten people hurt. She loved Him- but she feared that He would hate her after he saw what she had done in the name of protecting those that killed the King's wyvern.
Her limbs froze up, and though she wanted so badly to escape, she couldn't. She couldn't make her muscles move from the frozen state they were in, as her gut roiled with nausea and fear.
She struggled to contain her fear at Ignacio's judgement, bowing her head and trying to appear small. Perhaps He would just pass her by, not notice her place in the crowd. Who was she kidding- He'd seen her already. She heard the snapping of Skoll's bit, from so close to her, and froze.
She could only hope that no one who had so hated her from Azar noticed her, or that Ignacio didn't call her out. Gods, she would rather die than face her actions in this moment.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Mar 7, 2021 11:02:40 GMT -6
 Shay turned in surprise when he heard Flamen Euonia's voice. Her wings coated in dragon blood, he blinked. She had been here during the fight? He hoped she would make her answers known to the group and not just a select few, but for now the adults were right, time to move away from the building. He nodded to Eleanore, sporting a wry smile. "Yes of course, though Eleanore this won't take long to fix with your capable hooves I'm sure."
A second voice addressing him caused him to turn and try and find the horse the voice belonged to. He found it quick enough, though there was a moment before he remembered, Alaine, the squire who'd stopped by the library a few weeks ago to look for books regarding the history of the different chevalier branches. He inclined his head towards the burning building and dead wyvern.
"Well, I don't know the specifics, but Sola attacked Azar sanctum and then the Goldhead tonight. Some other horses fought back here, along with a second wyvern. I guess they won. I could see it from the streets outside Azar."
The light changed, and Shay looked up at the moon as it began glowing blue. The night lights up as the light intensifies to an intensity of the sun. As the blue rays touch down on their road, and just the road the group was on. Shay felt his heart start to beat just a little bit faster in anticipation. "It must be Ignacio, it has to be." he said to Alaine, looking from her back to the moon, changing colors now. He backed up further with the group when the chevaliers give up their attempts to calm the burning building. Shay gasped and stepped a half step back as the fire leaped into a tower, climbing and moving like it was alive, leaving the cold cinders behind.
And there he was. Towering and grand and present. Shay watched was he touched the fallen Sola, letting her breath once more before becoming starlight in his mane for but a moment. He felt something within him ache a beautiful and powerful grief for something lost. In that moment Shay felt sorrow for how Sola's life had gone, for who she'd bonded with and where that'd sent her life, and he frowns. As the god's gaze flickers over the crowd, Shay feels himself summon a single small golden orb of light that hovers around his chest as his emotions bubble up. He'd been sure before that things would turn out okay, but with his god here, he was even more sure.
"It brings me comfort to see you here Ignacio."
I've been doing my best to make you proud, he finished the sentence in his head. Someone already had asked him what had happened, so Shay moved to a different question.
"Do you know what brought on the storm? Is it Alya?"
Post 3 | 488 Words
OOC: Interacts with Eleanore, Alaine, and Ignacio. Mentions Euonia and Indriana
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Mar 7, 2021 11:05:50 GMT -6
Art by: coffie-buzz
Phoenix Aodh - Servile Slave She had to glance away from the Moon-Sun. It was so bright, so beautiful. The familiar warmth of the days sun was almost overwhelming, considering everywhere else around them stayed in the shadows of night. A voice spoke up [Angelique], asking someone if it was Ignacio. The Pegasus glanced over to the speaker, and the responder. Euonia. The Flamen sounded calm and ever so serene, completely at peace with the situation. But the words, the gentleness behind them, they did little to assuage the red-winged pegasus' growing anxiety. Not even Adelaide's quip about the full moon.
The fire, still alight and terrible as it consumes what remained of the Goldhead, seem to dim against the brilliancy of the lunar sun. The Chevaliers who were working tirelessly to bring the blaze under control suddenly abandon their posts, and with the way the fire plumes into the sky, the young pegasus mare can't find fault in it. She doesn't know if these guards were the same ones who had come to arrest her and the rest of their party, but she does know that none of them wanted to hurt them either. Their qualms were with Isador alone, not with the ignorant Chevaliers who followed him.
The fire rises further into the sky, taller, more uncontrolled. The light from above comes silvered once more, and a quick glance skywards allows Phoenix to watch the storm swallow the argent orb once more. Without the strange astral phenomenon to hold her attention any longer, amber eyes fall again to the billowing pillar of flame, which was now changing colors similar to how the moon changed. Eyes widen as the flames jet into the building as if being extinguished from within, and she takes a step back out of pure instinct. The flames remove themselves from the building, standing as a pillar before it. The Goldhead rests, charred and far from the building Phoenix had been in sometime before. The flame continue their shift of color and finally their form, coalescing into one more familiar. Like lava cooling to obsidian, He suddenly stands there before them.
Phoenix's heart skips a beat in her chest. He towers over them all, much like any God should. She feels warm in his presence, as if she were basking in a soft sun. Everyone was glowing much like a sunset due to his radiance. His eyes pass over them and finally land on the body of Sola.
Her heart skips another beat.
He walks, though no heavy sounds of footfalls are heard. His head lowers to the fallen, golden form of Sola and apologizes. A terrible pang of regret clings to her bones. In the heat of the moment, all she wanted to do was protect those at the Goldhead. But they had ultimately killed the golden wyvern. One of Ignacio's own creations. Panic rises in her belly as the beast opens her frightening eyes- no, not frightening. Those eyes didn't even look like they belonged to the same beast, so much hatred filled them as they sought Aleksei and the others, when they looked at her. They were gentle, like the sky on a clear day. She looks almost tired.
Ignacio apologizes again.
Sola inhales, a gentle sigh. Her form glistens, and slowly dissipates. Sparkles like stars dance around her God, and where on any other day she would bow in reverence, she could only stand there in abject fear. Their Gods eyes close, the glittering star-like lights wink out and fade. Only pools of golden blood, created from numerous injuries, remain.
Sadness erupts within Phoenix from her very soul. It took her a good moment to realize it wasn't her own, but His.
What have I done?
And then she embraces it, making it her own, clinging to it. Phoenix rarely ever cried in her 20 years of existence. She had lived quite a good life for a slave. She had very little to cry about, even when she lost her beloved Iscah. But now, with deep regrets rivaling the abyss of Cascades seas, and feeling the literal pain and grief of a God that she herself had participated in, she cannot stop the rivers that begin to flood down her face. Her head lowers shamefully, and she clenches her jaw for fear of sobbing to pieces.
He calls them all His children, but she couldn't even feel happy about it.
Like Eliina, who was suffering her own fear besides her, the pegasus shrinks further, tucking her aching wings close. She could feel His gaze sweep over them, though the burning orbs don't focus on her. Something nearby snaps, but she doesn't react to the noise other than a slight wince. She doesn't even feel curiosity. Then his gaze turns to where Euonia and the black Flamen [Moira] stood. Despite the sadness she felt, He was smiling. He told them all he missed them, and she feels herself crack a bit from her guilt. He says He cannot remain. How long will he stay there, she wondered, that innocent part of her mind wishing he would stay forever. A voice rises from the crowd, a quick glance finds the unicorn [Indrina] from before.
"What happened?" She asks, clearly looking for answers for the crowd.
Resolve.
Grief, anxiety, fear. They all lead to the same end.
Slowly, the pegasus moves toward her God. It was those who committed crimes who should admit their guilt. Sola was once the punishment for those who offended Aodh and her Crown. And although Phoenix had entirely good intentions, she ultimately caused her God pain. This was not something she could just forget about, not when He Himself appeared before them and took the golden creature back to his realm. Was there any forgiving her for this? In this moment she doubted if she could forgive herself. She doesn't even react to Shay's comments.
"My Lord, Smoldering Sun." She speaks, loud enough for all others to hear. Resolve. She would atone for her crimes against a God, right here and right now, in front of those who had not done anything to desire any ire. Let him gobble her up if it pleased Him. His pain was heavier than any emotion she ever could bear.
"My Lord Ignacio I have sinned." A sob cracks her usually perfect demeanor, tears still flowing from her eyes and down her face. Her perfectly apply makeup spills in flame-colored rivers mixed with ash, streaking down her dirty complexion. She could feel that rekindled spark flicker in her chest. She abused it, even after He had reignited it so shortly ago. She doubted she deserved it anymore.
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POST COUNT: 4 ♦ WORD COUNT: 1120
MENTIONS: Angelique, Euonia, Adelaide, Ignacio, Sola, Eliina, Moira, Indrina, Shay
INTERACTIONS: Ignacio, but she is loud enough to be heard by all.
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Post by floatyy on Mar 7, 2021 12:20:23 GMT -6
Sunny hadn't answered Asalah, instead just simply nodding blankly at her request to help. She felt lost in that moment, her entire body aching. But the light that had suddenly begun to shine down on the equines in the street. She felt akin to what she had felt when receiving her blessings. Her eyes drifted up towards the moon, blue and radiant as ever. It was a beautiful sight to the stargazing mare, and her knees almost buckled at the sight of it. This was His light. She could feel safe once more, if only for the time being.
His appearance startled her, and she stood awestruck at the sight of him. His entrance had been spectacular, but that was to be expected of a God. The mare watched, silently, as Ignacio spoke to Solas. She tilted her head, and had to stop herself from stepping back as the wyvern disappeared into shimmering starlight that settled in the God's mane. She exhaled shakily, dipping her head slightly. She wanted to ask what was happening, why this was happening, but somebody had beat her to it. Her eyes remained glued upon Ignacio, and simply put, she was just glad he was here. Basking in his warmth, her wounds being tended to. She felt herself relax and for a moment scolded herself, but allowed it, instead waiting for the others to proceed. She'd go to Caron when she had the chance, but for now... just wait.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Mar 7, 2021 13:32:39 GMT -6
DELTA
Aodh | Labor Slave
Delta turned an ear as a new voice spoke beside Skoll. The red and black stallion’s words told Delta that he was familiar with Skoll, but the mare knew how to read between the lines. Her brows furrowed and she glanced at the white-gold pegasus. He… could have escaped? When? Why hadn't he? Why was he still within the walls? An ache welled up in her chest, “ You… would have left me here?” her words were feather soft and barely audible, no more than a passing breath. Catching herself a moment too late, she cleared her throat in an attempt to dismiss. She felt betrayed, if only a little, though she didn’t know why. She was quick to snuff it out. He was still here, wasn’t he? No need to get all huffy over it, if it never happened. One of the Flamens spoke, asking that they all distance themselves from the body and the burning building. Delta followed as Skoll guided her back with the rest of the crowd. Her ears flattened when she saw the familiar form of Eliina cross into her vision. She raised her head, standing tall and strong, “ Envoy Eliina,” she responded, nodding to the unicorn, “ Yes, you had offered both back in the Sanctum. Though with all due respect, Envoy, perhaps we could discuss this once everything has calmed down,” she offered, “ With crowds as gathered as this, it’s easy for others to overhear and easier still for them to make assumptions,” her head tilted forward slightly, “ A mind that has already been made up is as damning as any judge.” there was a referencing tone to her voice, speaking of her own trial before Hira was removed from power - a fact that she still found hilarious. Delta watched as Eliina looked over Skoll and it made her blood boil. Red fire gathered in her mouth, illuminating her skull from the inside as her muzzle wrinkled into the slightest snarl. Delta took half a step, her shoulder brushing against Skoll’s and putting her ahead of him, but only slightly, “ Respectfully, Envoy, I have no right to introduce a Son of Ignacio. That honor belongs to him,“ her voice was even but carried with it a subtle warning, ‘ Keep your eyes to yourself.’ she thought. Delta took a deep inhale, dousing her fire, “ He is a dear friend… though he was known as Light Piercer for a fair number of years.” Then a new light shone through the storm. Delta frowned at the sky, confused. As a Daughter of Cascade, she had a familiarity with the Moons of Hireath. This wasn’t supposed to be a full moon tonight and it certainly wasn’t supposed to be blue. What was going on? But then the light changed, becoming a dazzling crescendo of luminous pastel hues in purple, red and gold. What was once a vivid blue moon now had become a sun, glorious and radiant. Delta looked away to see Skoll’s reaction and saw fear, real fear, on the face of the once powerful Kirin. Delta felt him take a step back and followed him, staying under his wing. If he ran, she’d go with him. Instead he stayed. She pressed herself closer to him as a pillar of fire erupted from the ruins of the Goldhead. The silver mare was stunned to silence when Ignacio himself formed from the inferno. He didn’t look like how she imagined him, but she was in no way disappointed. She watched as the God spoke to the body of Sola and was hit with an unbearable amount of grief. She was used to feeling emotions that weren’t her own, but this wasn’t coming from Anima. It took her a moment to realize that the grief she felt, the shattering force that brought tears to her eyes was coming from Ingacio himself. A jolt of fear shot through her as Sola’s eyes opened and she took in a breath. The recent image of staring down Sola’s throat as the dragon shot fire into a Sanctum, causing her Shield to crack, if only for a second, flashed into her mind. It wasn’t a moment later that the giant wyvern began to burn, yet the fire didn’t seem truly real. Steadily, the gold dragon faded into stars and embers. Glistening golden blood covered the stone street, seeping into tracks between the brick. All that was left. Delta froze as the Sun God turned to the crowd, his eyes landing on a form behind her… then on Skoll. She clenched her teeth, gripping the pegasi’s cropped mane, ‘ Please don’t take him from me.’ her heart raced, though upon the thought, she felt ashamed. He was a Son of Ignacio. Were it not for some cruel trick, he would still have his scales, his antlers. His freedom. She immediately took back her words. He was all she had in the Dark District but she had no right to keep him there. Slowly, she released his mane, her bi-colored eyes becoming blurred by hot tears. A sharp crack, like a metal pin snapping, made her heart jump into her throat, eyes wide, “ What?” she breathed. Her teke worked quickly on the buckles of Skoll’s bridle, undoing the strap that kept his mouth shut. She wouldn’t dare take the entire thing off. Not with all the Chevaliers and Nobles around her, “ Skoll, spit it out.” she begged quietly. There was no way, no way, that the bit had broken but something in her mind told her that it had. Her reactions were out of fear that the stallion beside her now had bits of broken metal in his mouth. What did this mean? She knew that all God’s knew their Children, no matter what they looked like. But Skoll was branded as a Slave, so why break the bit? “ Say something. Are you okay?” It was then that Delta felt eyes on her and she looked back to the Smoldering Sun. She felt judged. The former Valkyrie, who had been granted Ignacio’s Shield and Flame so that she could protect innocents… had used it to kill. She had let her anger fuel it, let it corrupt her and drive her mad. The mare felt ashamed, guilty, and she knew she was. However. Only one had been put to death by way of her Fire and she most certainly didn’t regret that one kill that ranked highest on her list. Her guilt was felt for the ones who were innocent that she had directed her flame towards. No deaths, but crippling injuries were just as heavy on the soul. When Ignacio spoke, saying he had missed them, she didn’t feel like he was speaking to her. She had no right to be included. Delta cast her eyes to the stone at her hooves as others spoke to the God, smoothing her teke along Skoll’s neck again, “ His judgment isn’t limited to you. You’re not alone in this.”
WC: 1186 Post: 3
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 7, 2021 13:58:28 GMT -6
║⟪⟡ S K Ö L L ⟡⟫║
"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
It was him. Of course it was him. The moment the flames grew taller, dread formed in the pit of his stomach, he knew it was him. And the flames formed a shape, and there he was. Both like how he remembered him, and different from back then, but undeniably him. Skoll remained frozen, his breath nearly stilling as if that would make him invisible, watching as he moved to the fallen wyvern.
An apology to the wyvern, the body burning away until it was nothing but stars, and then it was gone entirely.... The pain on his face... The sadness... And then he spoke again. He said 'his children'... Who did he include in that statement...
The fiery gaze sweeping the crowd, and then he felt the weight of that gaze upon him, and Skoll locked eyes with his God, his breath escaping him. What was he thinking. Shaming him? Ashamed of him? Of what he'd become? He remembered the way he'd been looked at before the war, in the courtroom, when he was condemned, and he had no regret then, and still no regret now, for what he'd done, those he'd hurt.
But he could not help but wonder if he was about to be smited down. He was... He was not one of his children anymore. Stuck here, without his scales and antlers, with metal in his mouth, burns on his skin, foreign wings on his shoulders...
That moment felt like centuries to Skoll, and then there was a crack, and he sucked in a breath, feeling his connection to his blessings return, just waiting, lingering on the edge of his consciousness. Ignacio- Ignacio had- Why? He would have asked him, had he been able to.
The gaze moved on, leaving Skoll staring blankly, questions flooding his mind. What did that mean? Why had he- He felt tugs on the buckles of his bridle, undoing the strap keeping his mouth closed, and after a moment he could open his jaw, working it slightly, looking over at Delta.
"I-I'm fine," he uttered, his voice slightly hoarse. "...It cracked- I have my blessings, my teke-" He whispered. "It's not broken- Just cracked-" Why? Why, why- He had questions- So many questions, but he dared not ask, not draw attention to...
To this blessing he'd been given... He worked his jaw more, trying to relax the clenched, tight muscles. He heard Delta whisper again, and he just dipped his head slightly, using his wing to hug her a bit tighter. "A pair of disgraced disappointments." He whispered, watching the others start to interact with Ignacio.
435 Words; Post 6
Interacting with: Delta
Mentions: Ignacio
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Post by Kelpie-River on Mar 7, 2021 18:26:23 GMT -6
Elsidra || Eminent || Post One
The champagne horse was trembling. His heart pounded as the God looked down upon them. Only moments before Ignacio had appeared had the stallion gathered the courage to leave his house. The terror, the screaming of Wyverns had all been terrible, enough to keep him locked inside the relative safety of his home, but something...something drove him out after the Wyverns' sounds had died down. And he was glad that he did. If not...surprised. And confused, and still, very, very frightened. The Eminent felt as though he were being judged for some crime he wasn't aware he committed. Of course, the God was not vengeful, when he spoke, but apologetic, and that surprised Elsidra even more. The stallion couldn't help but bow his head, not sure what to think any longer.
What would happen now? Clearly, the Lord Ignacio couldn't stay here with them forever. Something was going to happen, and Elsidra wasn't sure...what...he was afraid, he was worried. The group around him seemed distant....cold....as though he had little connection to them. The sheer amount of equines should have made him feel at home, but something...something was different tonight. Elsidra wasn't sure what, but something for sure.
Turning his green-gold eyes to the God before him, Sidra found he had to look away again, lest that feeling of fear overwhelm him. With trembling legs, he knelt to bow to the Lord of Fire, not sure what else to do with himself. He wasn't worthy of the Smouldering Sun's gaze.
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Post by ThatDenver on Mar 9, 2021 13:30:56 GMT -6
IGNACIO
Ignacio could see several of the souls in attendance shrinking away from him, ashamed or afraid. His blue eyes assess each of them for a moment before falling on the young pegasus in front of him.
He smiles, sensing the living light within his very soul; the spark Ignacio had planted there, growing and shining through.
The question, however, makes his face grow serious.
It is not my Sister’s doing.
Ignacio briefly regards Indrina, but his attention is drawn past her, and to the slave with red wings who now approaches him directly.
Ignacio, too, approaches her. Soundless steps as the Smoldering Sun closes the short distance between the two of them, and places his muzzle on Phoenix’s forehead.
O daughter.
In your veins is my iron.
I crafted you for greatness; I kindled your soul so that you may be bold.
You have not sinned.
You have only done what you had to.
What I bid you to do.
You, who are a true daughter of flame.
Ignacio lifts his head and looks at the crowd once more.
Do not be afraid.
What has happened here is no fault of yours.
Fire deals not in destiny, and yet…
Ignacio glances back, to the pools of golden blood behind him.
Yet it seems some things must pass so that others may come.
Fire, fire only ever seeks to grow.
And sometimes to grow is to struggle.
He allows his eyes of flame to sweep over the crowd, settling on the kneeling noble. His mortals seemed so afraid, and it saddened him.
How he wants to walk among them once more, to feel the glow of their mortal souls around his eternal flame.
But you are of Me, as I am of You.
And so grow you shall.
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Post by houndflash on Mar 9, 2021 15:07:10 GMT -6
Cin'Ciri|Aodh|Gentry
Cin hid behind his mother as the fire and rain only had gotten worse, less out of fear and more out of comfort that a child finds in their mother. Then the fire and shadows morphed into a form that the child found just as comforting, Ignacio. His words passed right over the child's mind without stopping to be considered, but the emotions and actions stayed. The child glanced around the area, others were bowing like they were in a sanctum, and others were asking why questions, but Ignacio just stopped all of them with his words. He had made the sleeping wyvern become a part of Him, which was probably the best place to be, in Cin's opinion, Ig-go was the best god, and gave Pelly his own real scales. Which made everyone be scared and sad around him even more confusing for the child. Cin stared at Ignacio with fascination and confusion as he came out from behind Asalah and slowly walked over to the god, while his mother wasn't paying attention to the child.
"Ig-go, are you sad because you have to leave again?"
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Post by Luneby on Mar 10, 2021 4:32:53 GMT -6
E U O N I A"Renunciation, total and sweet."
And as she prayed, He appeared. Summoned by the pleas and distress of His children, Ignacio once again walked before them, casting them in his all-encompassing light. The redeemed god, giving his children the redemption they begged for. In him, their salvation. The god she loved, the god who had taught her to find light in her own darkness, and to mend her wounds with gold. She watched in awe as silent tears glided down her face among the stains of golden blood, as she stared deep into the suns that were His eyes. Never had she felt so seen. She dropped to her knees the second she felt His pain. A pain she knew all too well. A child of his had been ripped from his flesh in a long agony – and it was He, all that loved Him, who now shared his pain as they watched Sola draw her last breath, becoming starlight as she left. Golden tears soon pooled at the Flamen’s feet as she wept silently. In this very moment, she felt she could have died of love. For she could only love a god who ached, whose pain was hers. Whose relentless love was the salvation of all his children, old and new. In the pain He had no fear sharing with them, she felt reborn. Her tears were His, and they washed off her the disgust she felt with herself and the world the moment she walked away powerless from battle. Phoenix broke her heart a little more as she cried out her guilt. How she wished the young Pegasus did not have to draw those arrows. How she wished she could have done it in her stead, so she would not have to suffer so much grief. How she admired her courage, for everything she had done – both fighting the creature the god she loved had created and admitting it to His face. And Him, reassuring her. Telling her what she deserved to be told. Recognizing in her the hero that she was. Gentle wings brushed against Angélique as the mare gave her a single stare that said stay here. She slowly made her way towards Phoenix, silent as she stood beside her. There was nothing she could say that would help her – only Ignacio could give her the redemption she sought – but she could not bear staying frozen when she was a witness and a culprit as well. Small orbs of light glittered around Phoenix – escaping Euonia in her moment of crushing sadness. A small comfort perhaps, that the young slave had not lost her light. “ My Lord.” She called softly. “ I lament that you must leave so soon. Thank you for walking among us tonight. Thank you for sharing your pain with us, so we may mourn with you, and grow stronger from the grief we all share.” There was no fear in her heart as she lifted her humid, glittering face towards the God, searching in His eyes the love she knew Him to have for all his children. There was only love, and a turmoil of questions that were left unanswered a long time. “ The dawn will bring with the Sun great change in all our lives, regardless of the outcome of the current battle that is being fought. We stand at a crossroads – wherever it leads us, we will need to be strong and make the right choices. Thank you for reviving our flames with your own, and for giving us power when we felt so helpless.” Her voice is louder, thankful, eyes full of a near childlike hope. “ My Lord… We will fight for change. Those who have committed crimes in Your name may no longer rule us. We have been trapped by fear for too long. Cages must be burnt for us to grow.” She adds, glancing at the crowd. She could not soothe fears – but hoped Ignacio would make them all stand as one. Should Aleksei fail tonight – the thought left her shivering – Isador must not remain in the morning. There was no wyvern to terrorize people into obedience – no legitimacy left for the usurper that would justify his rule. “ I must ask, were you the one to have sent us signs all this time?” she referred to all the visions last spring. While she would usually assume such divine interventions to be His, the strangeness of recent events had left the seed of doubt in her mind. “ And if You or your sister are not responsible for the state the sky currently is in… Who is?”
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OOC: Interacting with Phoenix (stands beside her), Angélique and Ignacio. |
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Post by seechem on Mar 10, 2021 4:54:40 GMT -6
A N G É L I Q U E
a sanctum attendant of Oralee
'When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies...'
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From beneath Euonia's wing, Angélique watched the Goldhead's fire solidify into a somewhat familiar form. His shape matched many depictions around the sanctum, and she was awed by His glowing, fiery crown of antlers. Sola's form breaths briefly before sparkling away like glowing flickers of dust.
"My Lord," she breaths, immediately dropping to her knees and bowing her head. Trembles shake her, but her smile is clear and bright. She was right! Her aunt was right. Ignacio had not forsaken them on this perilous night. "You," she hesitates, but eases into the warmth of His presence, "you bless us all with your presence, Smouldering Sun." She looks up through her ivory ringlets, eyes sparkling with the reflection of His flaming might. Golden tears fleck the paving stones, and Angie's heart shivers in her chest at her aunt's emotions. The roiling pain from Ignacio alone makes her lip wobble, but Euonia's love and grief is on a whole other level. She briefly presses her muzzle to her aunt's shoulder in solidarity.
The gentle way He addressed Phoenix endeared the fire god more in her heart. Warmth and love and admiration. Shakily she gets to her hooves, her head still bent low with respect and reverence. Grow? Could he mean that what had happened this night was for the best? Her aunt had risen, and with a brief look, Angélique nodded, understanding. She stood back, watching in awe as Flamen met God. It felt so right to see them stood together that Angélique took in every word her aunt said with reverie. She raised good questions, and not for the first or last time, Angélique thanked Ignacio for placing her in such a privileged position to be able to learn from one so pious and passionate.
However, as her own joyful eyes swept the crowd briefly, she noted a few of her friends seemed standoffish. Did they not see that all that had happened had happened for their benefit? That Ignacio was here to ease their hearts and minds. Adelaide, Sereya and even the Advisor seemed to lay uneasy eyes on the god. She wished she could reassure them, but Angélique was sure her aunt's words would win them over once they understood all of the inspiration and promise they held.
Word Count: 420 Post #3 Interacting With: Euonia (briefly) and Ignacio Mentions: Adelaide, Sereya, Rosalba |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Mar 10, 2021 10:55:26 GMT -6
OOC: Mistakes were made on my part. Sorry for the six character long post
Cass had not expected to feel such a surge of emotions. He himself had only begun to feel the slightest of connections to the great Fire God, the whisper of his memories reminding him that Ignacio had claimed him, even if he had not dared accept it himself.
The wyvern disappeared and the sadness that Ignacio held flooded within him for a moment. The sound of Skol's bit cracking gave the stallion reason to glance next to his companion, the soft whispers of Delta forgotten as he turned his gaze back to the great divine beauty that was Ignacio.
He was at an impasse. Unlike some of the others, he refused to step forward, mostly because his work required him to be soft and silent, to be hidden and removed from the situation, but he could feel the tug of the god on him, like a flame desperate for air.
Fire always wants to grow, and the tug of his newly given blessing, the feelings of his god, who had claimed him before he had even really understood what that may have meant, who had been watching him fight form the get go, pulled on him fiercely.
He was resolute though, and unlike Delta and Skoll, who felt broken and lost in the cracks. He very much so felt full and ready to fight, mended by the gifts of his god.
"I will lend you my strength as you lend me yours." He whispered in response. If Fire could struggle, then he could as well, and if Fire could grow, he could as well.
Post 4 | 264 Words
Interacting with Skoll & Delta (mildly, he's not talking to them) and Ignacio
I always miss the fun stuff. Alaine thought plaintively as Shay caught her up to speed. Worry seared her in an instant though, as the fires climbed higher and higher and the other Chevaliers left their stations to stumble away. Distantly, she worried about whether any of them had gotten hurt.
Unlike some of the horses here, she was, after all, one of them, and while she had now a slight idea about the events of that night, she wasn't exactly aware of the rifts that had formed within her herd.
She was, after all, more interested in swordsmanship than that of politics. She was a comfortable member of the middle class, and while her grandparents often spoke on how politics influenced the lives of chevaliers and sanctum attendants both, she had yet to develop a real understanding of what those words really meant.
Ignacio's appearance before her took her by storm. Her ears flicked forward as she witnessed Him and listened to the others. She wanted nothing more than to thank him once more for the connection she now held, His fires burning within her in a way that it had burned within her mother. She looked upon him with wide and open eyes, but dared not speak.
She felt his connection and knew then and there that she would always be His.
Post 3 | 224 TLDR: Alaine is having a moment, she's okay tho
Ignacio's appearance, though expected, still pulled Crowley into a standstill. He could feel the pain of the loss of the wyvern, something he himself had already been feeling. As the creature disappeared and went up to the stars, the ancient kirin knew, with a deep sadness, that Ignacio would not come to stand with His people. Not like He had when He had walked among the kirins.
His gaze, shifted over Him for but a moment, an approving smile upon his face. It brought the Kirin to tears, if only briefly, before the kirin started to write more fervently.
His eyes are upon us, and He has always wanted us to be of one bond; unpoisoned, unbent. Just as He was in the days of old. He has changed, His color is not the same as the Fires of my childhood, but He is still the same God and he still loves us all.
He stopped for a moment and stepped forward, though dared not to enter the crowd that lay before him. Instead, he found himself at a standstill, as he could feel the same worry and concern that Ignacio had, though not in the same way.
It was clear these people were afraid and that they treated their God(s) differently than the kirins of old did. Was it because of their disappearance? Crowley was uncertain.
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TLDR: Ignacio ;-;
Eleanor was not the kind of horse to sit down and really think heavily about the gods themselves, so when Ignacio appeared, she did not hold the same closeness that some of the others around her did. Master Shay, in his reverie, was not unexpected, nor was she surprised when a few others stopped everything to beg forgiveness or just speak.
She was more attached to Kaia, strange as it was, and as such only felt the slightest twinge of connections as the starry dragon rose and disappeared. She had been lucky enough to be blessed, surprisingly, by the goddess of the earth, but she did not hold the same reverie that the others had. A god before his people did bring Eleanor at least some form of connection, but otherwise, she felt much more bereft than some of the others around her.
Granted, she had only seen Ignacio as another thing she was expected to do. Her worship to him as that of a slave of Aodh. The connection broken by the duty she held to the people she so fervently served. She flicked an ear quietly, listening, and found herself wondering idly if it was expected of her to ask forgiveness, but she was far too proud of that.
Quietly, she followed her heart and did as she was expected. She followed Shay's lead, and kept her mouth silenced.
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TLDR: Eleanor has no connection to Ignacio and is following Shay's lead.
The mare watched as her son walked forward, her hooves clipping against the ground as Ignacio spoke to each horse that approached, addressing the crowd at large while simultaneously seeing all. She expected no less from a God, and while there was worry in her gut, she held no fear for what had happened. If this was a necessary death, then she would stand by and continue to work closely with the others that were injured.
Right this instant though, she wanted to make sure Cin'ciri was well watched. The tiny colt had already made things a little harder than expected, and while she did not fear Ignacio, the one who had blessed the little boy in the womb, she did fear Cin'ciri running off again. Her eyes traveled upwards, towards the sky, which had new stars brightly lit within it. She wondered, in a vague sort of way, if the other herds could see it. After all, they all shared the same night sky, even if the stars up here were slightly different than what existed in Aquore.
Her son's question gave her a sadness she had not expected. Maybe it was the overflow of emotions she had felt earlier, having been touched by Ignacio herself, but the idea of him not being able to stay and help his people was sad. His interactions with everybody who had spoken were enough to tell her that much.
Post 5 | 237 Words She's just dealing with her son. Don't mind her.
 Aegon was silent. Still as a statue he watched the flames and felt the heat of Ignacio as he appeared. As he spoke and as he took his time with his people. He felt, in a way, a close connection to the God who had been a prevalent part of his House's lifestyle since he had joined it as a child. The slave did not hold a blessing nor did he have the same devotion of a flamine, but he felt enough of a connection to his house, and as such, to their god, that he could feel the shared emotions of the crowd with Ignacio himself.
If he had been talking, he would have been moved to silence, instead, he felt himself moved to tears, though how or why was relatively hard to explain. One moment he was busy rolling his eyes at his mistress for being a lovey dovey mess in front of her lover's mother (which he was NOT okay with, but did not speak up about because Rosalba legitimately scared him) and the next he was here, crying without explanation.
He had known it was going to be a late night, but as he watched everybody react to such a turn of events, he felt it in his bones. He wasn't certain he knew when he was going to get to sleep and while he wasn't bothered by it, he most certainly felt tired beyond his years.
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Post by kajeayn on Mar 10, 2021 18:43:41 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 820 | Post 3
In all her years, she had never so much as heard His voice. It was not His fault- she had closed her ears to him. Not out of anger, or spite- but fear.
Fear of what Ignacio would see, when He gazed upon her.
An unworthy soul.
And yet she had always known, deep in her heart, that He would forgive her. That He loved her despite everything.
It was why she could not bear it. Why she had never asked for a blessing, had always prayed without listening for a reply.
She did not deserve His forgiveness. Couldn’t stand the idea of it.
But, as His gaze lingered warmly on her stunned face, it came to the forefront of her mind once again.
She’d always had it.
The grief that washed through her was not unfamiliar to her, even though it was enough to steal her breath, her eyes squeezing shut a moment as she bore it in agonized silence. It was a weight she carried with her, every day. The pain of the loss of a child.
The pain of knowing it was your folly that led them here.
In that moment, looking up at the kirin god gazing sorrowfully at them all, she was struck dumb by the shared grief. Never before would she have even entertained the idea that she could feel sympathy with her god, could say that she understood His pain, but it pierced through her like light and burned away all doubt.
And with it, came His love. Burning through her like sunlight, and she turned to face it like a blooming flower, drawn into His light.
“Oh, my Sun.” She whispered, and could taste salt. She wept without sound, unsure of when she had begun, but tears tracked silently down her face as she took a single, unsteady step towards Ignacio- only to drop slowly to one knee.
She bowed low enough that her mane dragged on the ground, her forehead touching the street they stood on. Lower than she’d ever bowed to Isador, to Solaris, to any before.
She remained there, listening as He spoke to a slave, glancing up just in time to catch Ignacio touching His muzzle to her forehead.
Her heart twisted in her chest, and she had to close her eyes, if only to give herself a brief reprieve.
It was all too much, fierce adoration and grief and pain and love coursing through her like a hurricane, until all her thoughts were lost in the storm.
Slowly, she rose to her feet, favoring her leg as she looked up towards Ignacio again, her face pained, tears still trickling silently down her cheeks.
Seeing her god standing on bricks laid by labor slaves was an image that would not leave her, the charred remains of the Goldhead behind him, wyvern blood spilled on the stones. The love and reassurance He offered Phoenix washed over her in a strange, painful wave.
Maybe He was as flawed as she was.
It brought her more comfort then she could put into words.
“Why do you tremble?” She spoke softly, turning her head towards the crowd behind her, the ones that gazed fearfully at Ignacio, at the ones who stayed on their knees. “Do you not feel it?” She turned back towards Ignacio, and smiled sadly at the kirin god. The pained look He had given the crowd wasn’t lost on her- and she would not allow it to continue.
Slowly, she took a few steps closer, fearless as she approached. His warmth washed over her, a comforting flame like she’d never felt, and she almost closed her eyes, savoring the feeling, committing it to memory.
She’d been grown for longer then most of the crowd had been alive, and yet she could barely stop herself from burying her face in His mane like a foal. She could not stop herself from drawing nearer, if only to feel His warmth, and to, as ever, lead by example.
Even if all she wanted in that moment was to throw herself at Him and weep like a child.
“There is nothing to fear. We are loved. We always have been.” Her face softened, gazing at Him, and she smiled. “Just as we’ve always loved Him.”
Her smile widened as Euonia approached, gazing proudly at the other Flamen as she drew close and addressed their god. She was so, so grateful to share this moment with Euonia, and found herself feeling a little comforted by the tears on the pegasus’s cheeks.
At least she wasn’t the only one.
“You speak as well as ever, dear Anna,” She murmured, with a soft smile just for Euonia, before she looked again to her god.
“We are all so grateful for your presence, my Sun. But I would ask you the same, if I may be so bold,” She said, and bowed her head low to Him.
INTERACTING: Ignacio, Euonia. Mentions Phoenix.
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