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Post by ebbarie on Sept 2, 2017 23:56:54 GMT -6
Alec & Renata & Sonador & Aodhán(private RP between intotherealwild, Moonlightwalk, data-bull and Ebbarie) ------------------------- Setting midsummer, 1700 (shortly after chapter III) Inaria Evening, rainy weather Context It had been more than three months now since the Flight took over reign of Aquore. The situation escalates more and more as the Flight tries to stay in control over the city and it's desperate citizens that they keep locked away in Torrine. Fortune leads your characters along an abandoned road through the once beautiful city of Inaria, that today is still mostly destroyed, as you seek some peace to think about everything that has happen in the last days and weeks.
Suddenly you spot a winged, motionless body in the distance. You decide to quickly to move closer, to see if you can to something to help your feathered brethren.
However, as you approach the seeming unconscious Pegasus, you make a rather strange discovery... |
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Post by ebbarie on Sept 3, 2017 0:18:15 GMT -6
Aodhán| Talori |Outsider
A part of your soul ties you to the next world
Or maybe to the last, but I'm still not sure
But what I do know, is to us the world is different
As we are to the world but I guess you would know that
Nonexistence is neither torment nor peace. It's a whole new feeling, something inexplicably once you left that state again.
He didn’t knew his name, or the names of his family or friends. No memories at all. Nothing good or bad, neutrality. No thoughts or feelings at all. What once was strange became normality after centuries.
Suddenly, an outburst of noises. Sounds that his brain ( did he even had a brain at that state?) formed into words. The voice was a powerful maelstrom he couldn’t resist, even if he his awareness tried to balk against the command.
It wasn’t his choice. Ignacio’s children never had a choice.
And so he was forced back into existence. It hurt.
He was shaped once more, but not slowly over time, no years between the body of a newborn and an adult, no. Bones and Flesh, Muscles, Veins. Shaped and molded over and over, body and personality, until the god deemed him whole again.
Suddenly the connection broke, right before he was completed something went wrong. Terrible wrong.
He had no idea how he knew that but he could feel it. Aodhán wanted to scream but his form wasn’t ready for that yet. Darkness overwhelmed him and turned off all sensations again, and he was glad about it.
CRACK
A glaring, white light blinded him through closed eyes and sent a horrible pain through his head. With a strained groan he released a first, shaky breath in a small eternity.
The thunder that followed the lightning was earsplitting and coaxed a whine from him. Slowly other sensations fought through the mist of his headache and demanded attention.
Heavy rain poured down on his renewed body and in a matter of seconds he felt cold and heavyweight. The weight on his head was familiar, but something else pressed him to the hard ground.
Eventually he dared to open his eyes and immediately he noticed the feathers around him. Why did a pegasus was sitting atop of him? What kind of madness was this.
“Get away from me!” he snarled but his voice was silent and broke mid sentence.
When he became no answer, he tried his best to get back on his hooves and shake of the stranger on his back.
Aodhàn performed some unsteady bucks to get rid of the Pegasus, but it didn’t worked out. Instead he stumbled against the smoldering ruin of a house and caught the sight of his reflection in the half-broken window glass.
Immediately the stallion froze, not a single muzzle in his entire body moved, even his heart seemed to miss a beat.
That was undoubtedly his image in the mirror, but in addition to shiny scales, feathers adorned his body. There was no pegasus on his back, the wings were attached to his own body, and they were heavy from the rain.
Suddenly his eyes, still looking at the window, focused on something else. Behind him was only destruction. Most houses damaged or fully destroyed, ruins and wreckage everywhere.
It was too much, too much for his mind to understand. Old memories mixed with new events.
The kirin rolled his eyes in horror and then he simply collapsed. He was already dazed when his body hit the hard ground. Aodhán fell into the unconsciousness, and he was glad about it. This ongoing nightmare was too much to take for him.
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I copied the last part of his history and used it as introduction text for the RP, because it fitted really well!It will however not count for AP later.
Fell free to post guys! Aodhán lies unconscious in front of a destroyed house on the street. |
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Post by data-bull on Sept 4, 2017 1:08:18 GMT -6
Sonador
Dust whipped about the empty streets as Sonya strolled silently past; loose fabric hung from abandoned homes, slapping freely in the wind. Black spots of varying sizes branded the land; remnants of the bombs dropped during the invasion lay strewn about, their metal shells glinting in the fading light. It was a bit late for a leisurely walk, but the Pegasus needed it; to wander the battleground, to remember what was lost, it was his atonement in a sense. His mind brought the cobblestone to life, moved brick and mended fences; his heart remembered this place, as it had many others. He could almost hear the voices of horses, children running through the markets, merchants peddling their wares; the stench of burnt flesh prevented the scene from becoming too convincing.
Regarding his companions with solemn glances, he was thankful that they had agreed to accompany him; it was dangerous to wander alone, and their presence was of rare comfort. As they'd walked down the paved streets of Inaria, he'd wondered wordlessly if they had similar visions of the city. The group had been on this way for what seemed like hours; it was easy to get lost in the ruins, reminiscing. Even the rain had yet to urge them back; if anything, it made him want to remain longer. The land was being cleansed; with each rain the blight upon the land was slowly healing. Whether that was the rule of the Talori or the war, he wasn't quite sure.
As a lightning strike lit up the sky, Sonya considered the clouds; it was too dangerous to fly in such weather. Thinking it might be best to find shelter, he turned to address Alec and Renata, when another such flash blinded him.
Taking a startled step back, the stallion spread his wings instinctively. As his eyes recovered, he looked about but saw no signs that a bolt had touched down. He might've ignored it entirely if an audible crash hadn't followed, coming from a nearby home; or what remained of one anyway. The crackling of thunder sounded overhead as Sonya picked his way through rubble; wings came into view, and he called out to get the Pegasus' attention.
"Friend!", he shouted, voice drowned out by the clap of clouds, "What are you doing out he--"
Stepping through the wall that obscured the stranger's body, an audible gasp passed his lips. If that was a Pegasus, it was unlike any he'd ever seen. Unsure of what to do, he fumbled about, nudging his shoulder under the horse's body in an attempt to support them.
"We must get this one to safety."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 27, 2017 14:00:03 GMT -6
Renata | Flock - Apothecary
Even the sky seemed upset. Rain continued to rain down upon them and had for the past couple of hourse now. Renata and the rest of her companions however had not commented on it as it poured down and soaked their manes and coats. Perhaps Alec and Sonador also sillently prayed the water would wash away the unease.
She didn't know how or when they had decided to go out and wander the city. Had someone actually suggested it out loud or had it been more of an unspoken agreement? Whatever the case by now they had spent what seemed forever walking the broken city, their bodies soaked and perhaps their hearts heavy. Her hooves were tired. It seemed like some kind of self-inflicted torture, watching and thinking back on the past. Where bodies had laid in the streets and even longer ago, where she remembered someone lived. It made her heart bleed. Why were they doing this? She wanted to go back, but some part of herself also wanted to continue on and so she didn’t say a thing.
Flashes of lightning mixed itself rain and the sky rumbled with thunder. Perhaps if thunderstorms were not a more common occurance she would have said it were the gods that were angry, but for that thunderstorms happened much too frequently. She was sure the gods would not so pointlesly show their anger. She was shocked out of her revery when a particular bright flash nearly blinded her and Renata faltered in her step, wing coming up to shield her eyes. “Wha-“
A loud crackling sound made her jump, rearing up in reflex and winced. What? She looked in the same direction as Sonador, quickly noticing the body on the ground. Oh no. Had they missed someone? But how? Yet there a body with wings were showing and she quickly followed her friend, not waiting on Alex for one second, and moved towards the pegasus in need. “Are you alright? What are you doing out in the-“ she never finished her sentence, eyes likewise falling on the equine, flashes of light reflecting off their scaley skin. She gasped as well, but did not move forward like Sonador did, too wary of the strangers’ appearance. “I-is that snake skin?” She managed to bring out with a certain horror in her voice. Then pity made its way in. “What happened to you?”
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Oct 18, 2017 13:31:40 GMT -6
Alec
Talori Philosopher
Thick, heavy drops of rain pounded on Alec's wings and obscured his vision as each irritating drop smothered his round spectacles. The frail jack continuously pulled them from his nose to wipe the glass clean of water, yet only to be replaced with just as sight-limiting smudges of dirt and breath. He had half a mind to tuck them into the scrappy brown cloak that covered his back from the storm, yet his natural eye-sight was so poor that it seemed both options were purely hopeless.
Alec's coal and rose-colored hooves clapped mercilessly on the paved street as he struggled to keep up with his taller companions. In which both were already well established members of the flight, Alec couldn't help but feel a bit anxious around them, as if his physical ability wasn't questioned enough, new recruits were watched with an extra careful eye that seemed to make his skin crawl.
Maneuvering through the shambles of Talori's once proud city was.. In a way, devastating. Alec grew up traveling amidst these streets and now, he was supporting their destruction. Yet another boom of thunder made him flinch out of his slight state of melancholy as his eyes followed a flash of light toward a demolished building. It wasn't long before the three pegasi followed it's lead, only to come across a being that both confused and interested the small philosopher.
"I-I.." He was speechless as Sonador nudged the fallen equine. They held wings similar to his own, yet the bright shades of blue and orange across their body could not be labeled as a pegasi's feathers, "scales." He muttered, a quiet answer in response to Retana's half-question on the equine's skin.
Swinging around to the side of the odd pegasus, Alec looked toward Sonador who had already declared the stranger would need to be moved, "what would you like me to do?" Alec said in a shaky voice.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 3, 2018 16:52:21 GMT -6
Hello Starborns! Your thread rewards are: ebbarie: 2AP
data-bull: 2AP
moonlightwalk: 2AP
kaiyacksoda: 2AP
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