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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 22, 2018 16:41:57 GMT -6
Malik | Talori | Tenderfoot
If someone told him that he would one day see one of the gods with his own two eyes, Malik would have thought they were teasing him for believing in such things as the gods and their power. He would have thought they believed him to be childish and gullible, but here he was in the midst of the goddess of air on top of God's Landing. 'Well that makes sense. Maybe this is where the gods show up when they have something to say.' Malik thought as he fidgeted.
He wasn't one to get anxious or worried about anything. His mind was too focused on the present and having fun to think about those kinds of things but having a massive god stare down at you like you were a teeny-tiny ant was making him more and more nervous. Would she accidentally step on someone or hit someone with one of her wings if she landed? The thought made him glance over at his twin who had taken a step toward the goddess without him noticing. His heart clenched in his chest. Oh man, if Pearl got hurt somehow, not only would his mom or tutor kill him, he'd never be able to live with himself. Pearl was his other half (despite how different the two of them were).
As a few of the adults began to shout in angry, questioning tones at Alya, Malik rose from his respectful bow and trotted the short distance to stand beside Pearl, making sure to pay closer attention to his sister's whereabouts this time. "Why do you think they're yelling at her? That sounds pretty dumb to me. I mean she could squish them if she really wanted to." Malik whispered, his large, round ears swiveling toward the sharp, shrill cry of another foal.
His head whipped around to see a terrified Inigo desperately searching for his family. "Pssst! Inigo!" The striped colt said just loud enough for the other foal to hear without disrupting the events unfolding around him. "Over here!" He didn't dare move anymore, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself or Pearl. As Talorians, he wasn't quite sure how the Seroran's goddess would like them being there. It seemed she didn't really like the kirins from the angry look on her face, and who knew how she'd feel about them. They were... what did others call himself and the other Talorians that were in Sedo.... out... outsiders. That was the word!
Malik watched as Alya plucked one of her feathers and laid it on the ground for the horse that had asked for it. It was huge! At least as big as a horse! 'I've got to go look at that thing.' He thought to himself, practically drooling over the thought of examining something no one else had ever seen before.
His eyes widened, watching the goddess step onto the landing and stand in front of Noatak. 'THANK YOU FOR KEEPING MY WEAPON SAFE. WE WILL NEED IT SOON.' Then, she reached down and planted a kiss on his forehead, and from where Malik stood not far away, he could see the star mark that her touch left behind. "Woah," was all he said before Alya took to the sky once more.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 22, 2018 16:50:08 GMT -6
Sauron
I am a burning fire
I am a violent tongue
I am destructive
Eyes glanced at the others, watching them kneel and weep at the sight of her, but he found himself bitter all the more at her presence. Though as she spoke suddenly he felt as if the air was taken from his lungs. As if she snatched them, up and suddenly he was blinded by visions, or memories, he wasn't sure.
It was unreal to watch it, like a film with no noise or music, he watched confused at the scene, he saw himself murder and kill without a second thought. This wasn't real, yet still the show continued one. He killed without pause, he moved like a serpent quick and his attacks planned and precise, yet it was the look of his own face in another's eyes that sent a chill running down his spine. Fear easily seen in the other eyes, but Sauron looked like a heathen, no compassion, nothing was there but the desire to destroy.
It felt so unreal, yet it was him there was no denying it. But it made no sense to him. He watched himself look to the sky several times, but there was nothing and it made him wonder, then he glimpsed at someone else. A familiar face. he blinked several times as he looked over and spotted that Kirin. Row. No. No No. This wasn't right.
Sauron killed more in his own flashback, but why? Why was he doing this? Who brought this to him. He felt his won rage build up into his chest. This wasn't right, this wasn't fair. No this was the work of the winged demon before him. Alya. He felt his chest rise and fall sharply, so this was a game now was it? He thought as he looked back down at the ground from stealing a glance at Alya. So this was how she would treat them? He never asked to be here one second and not, he never asked for any of these. He began to breath deeply and shake in his core. So much rage, so much anger, this was wrong this was vile. she was destroying him and she knew it. She had to, it was only because of her reappearance that he recalls anything and it had to be this? This image of someone he did not know, but in his soul he knew was him. He killed so many and for what he'd never know. All he knew, was this.
Lips curled back as he spat on God's Landing. Damn them all. He lifted his head rage building in the pit of his stomach like coals beginning to take flame. He saved her children and all he got was more misery. He would not stand for her sight, would not stand to hear these horses weep at her sight. With that he turned his back on Alya, never looking back at her form. Missing how she disappeared, he cared little as he descended down the stairs, only to stop and take a glance at Row, a familiar face, but he could not be here anymore. Nor hear them rejoice for Alya, something he could not stand for. Instead he moved down the stairs, with deep breaths, each step he took, his rage continued to rise allowing it fester into something wicked.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 22, 2018 17:08:32 GMT -6
Noatak
We're just kids
we aren't supposed
to be heroes
Noa a mere child, did not understand how others shouted, and someone screamed. Perhaps joy came in a way that could not be contained or expressed in normal ways? He didnt know, but all he knew was Alya was here. She was here and he felt so good so complete, and for a second his heartbreak of a lost father not longer weight down on his shoulders. For once, her winds brought to him and ease and he loved ever second of it.
Though he watched in awe and wonder as she began to speak to others, and suddenly gave her own feather to another. he was amazed, and in pure delight. Alya continued to give regardless, and Noa hoped that one day he could be as selfless as that. Though as Alya spoke his name, he found himself beaming, like a child being called to fondly from a parent. He couldn't speak, but it was clear to see the expression of pure love radiating from his face. Alya moved to him, and he found himself shivering with excitement. Alya was talking to him, looking at him, he couldnt believe it, yet here it was.
She thanked him for watching over the weapon. "I had help Alya! My friends they helped too!" he would not take all the thanks, he was not alone in this responsibility of protecting something that was Alya. As he moved to kiss him on the forward, he was giggling at the kiss on his forward. Just like how his dad did to him and it made him feel whole, loved and it felt so good. He smiled brightly, not noticing the star on his forehead or feeling a change himself, but instead watched as Alya left. Eyes turned to Uncle Donny as he seemed to be there nestling him close to this side with his wing.
Eyes widen with sudden pride as Uncle Donny spoke of how proud he was of him. Him! He beamed up at his uncle with all he could, his smile bigger then he ever could. The kind of smile that makes ones cheeks hurt in the good way. He laughed with joy as he nestled closely to his Uncle enjoying his presence. "I love you Uncle Donny. Im glad we got to see Alya together!" he remarked to him looking at his face and he whispered. "Its okay I cried too." he grinned, as he never noticed himself crying, but he too had shed tears of joy.
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Post by lovellatorendo on Jan 22, 2018 18:01:52 GMT -6
Andine lovellatorendo.deviantart.com/art/SA-Andine-Serora-Folk-705719030
Andine remains frozen as the older, winged mare pushes forward to make a very personal request of their goddess. She remains frozen as one of the kirins in their midst suddenly breaks free and descends the stairs for no obvious reason. She sees both acts but can not make much sense of either. Then the goddess is in motion granting the requested feather and praising Noatek. She mentions the artifact, calls it her weapon, but says nothing to explain what it does or how it should be used. With those final words Alya is gone just as abruptly as she had arrived.
Eventually it will all settle out in her head and Andine will wonder about what it all means. Why did Alya return now and not before, why did she disappear in the first place? Why grant such a small request as the feather, why give Jack wings? Why did the kirins seem to have such a bad reaction to the desert deity and why did that big, frightening one leave so suddenly? What does the weapons presence here, now mean and many other questions regarding that thing…
Later…
All the wondering and thinking is for later. Right now, now that she can move again, is for duty. She does not try to speak to the children again, clearly she is either too old or too much a stranger for them to be friendly with her. Instead she takes a head count. One winged and goddess marked little Seroran boy - check. One delicate, pearl-skinned Talori girl - check. One stronger, larger Talori boy - check. One horned and scaled Seroran boy - check… wait, no. Where did the little rascal get off to now? Frowning, a thing she seems to doing more and more often these days, Andine turns away from the smaller gathering near the plateau edge to scan the larger group spread out behind her. She has a vague memory, from somewhere during the Alya sighting, of a young voice calling out in distress but she can not remember where it came from. Maybe he just got cornered somewhere between all these larger bodies.
Given that the others are accounted for, and appropriately watched over just now, her responsibility is clear. So she turns and shoulders her way into the crowd offering apologies as she goes but focuses her eyes at leg height to catch any small moving bodies flickering among the adult forms.
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 22, 2018 21:11:38 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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The more reactions that played out, the more Row felt as though he didn’t belong. So, instead, he kept his gaze respectfully averted and stared off into the vastness of Sedo, admiring the view from God’s Landing. It certainly was stunning… the view… unlike anything he had seen in either of his lives… that he could remember anyway. It was then, as he teetered on the edge and stared out, that he was struck with the most unusual feeling. Scenes from a life he didn’t recognize played out through his mind, a patchwork of images pieced together little by little, but none of them complete, none of them whole. What was it? What was happening? It was a scene all too familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time. Battle was nothing new, he remembered that much, but as the images of him cutting down so many, snuffing out the lives of so many flooded his mind, he was left confused and angry. He knew it was him, but the memory… was it a memory? As it played out, it felt so foreign… why was he there? What was he doing? He saw the dragon that he had raised and bonded with, saw it disappear, felt the renewed pain of its loss, he saw the face familiar fire and ice kirin cutting through the fray at his side and it confused him. Was this image fabricated? Was this the future? Why was that kirin there? They were strangers in this world…
As the images faded and altogether ceased, Rowtag blinked and turned his gaze on his hooves… his heart was racing and with a snort, he, too, departed God’s Landing in a rush. He brushed past Helios as he left, and… for some reason, felt the urge to press his nose briefly to the other stallion’s shoulder. He told himself he was just making sure the poor guy was alright, that was all… Rowtag felt more confused than anything as he descended the first of so many steps, returning to the desert without the new found ‘friends.’ Alya had made it clear… he didn’t belong here… they didn’t belong here.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 22, 2018 21:20:05 GMT -6
Jack
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world His mind was still reeling, still relishing in the sight that stood before them, Alya in all her glory. It was then that it occurred to him that the new limbs that were currently struggling to settle in a closed position (he had had them for less than two minutes and certainly did not understand them yet) along his spine were from her. Blinking rapidly, Jack closed his agape mouth, his throat suddenly dry and void of words. He couldn’t think, could only watch as she addressed them, voice commanding yet gentle. She was their mother, her to comfort and perhaps guide her children. They had been so lost, oh how he had been so lost. His heart swelled with pride as she addressed young Noatak, eyes jumping to Donny’s and wondering for a brief moment if this was all a dream, some midday hallucination from the sun. But no, this was real, she was real.
Swallowing, Jack turned his head back towards Alya as her powerful wings returned her to the sky once more, feathers shifting in hues and horizons. It was mesmerizing but how did he thank her for what she had gifted him. Meeting her gaze, Jack held it as he bowed his head in thanks. It was a start. “N-no words… could ever truly express the feelings in my chest” he paused for a moment “but I thank you, mother, from the very depth of my heart for what you have given me, what you have given us.” Jack could feel his body trembling ever so slightly, new wings shifting restlessly “but why?” he asked softly, his head turning ever so softly to catch a glance at his feathers.
He felt fear for a fleeting moment, questioning a god was usually something to fear. But he did not fear his mother, nor did he fear what she had given him. Jack smiled in this moment and turned his head to look at Adonis, standing close to the stallion “I think I’m going to need flying lessons” he said with a quiet laugh. Perhaps he was still in shock.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 22, 2018 22:49:51 GMT -6
Sahelanthropus
All I need to know is how to gain control
Of the shapeless soul x | x The ride up the elevator had had multiple stages of emotions. First awe at the fact that the contraption existed, then excitement to actually be riding the damned thing which soon developed into holy shit this thing is actually really high like wow super high which ended with the stallion quivering in fear and teke holding himself to Qimat. When they finally reached the top, Sahelanthropus had let out the longest breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Almost collapsing onto the rock, Sahelanthropus had grinned when he finally opened his eyes, excited to see everyone else.
It wasn’t long before the horizon suddenly dipped in hue, twin moons suddenly present and shining in the sky. It stunned Sahelanthropus, eyes widening as they stared up at the mass of sky, eyes darting from star to star. And then something was completely whacking them in the face, his mouth suddenly filled with feathers. Spitting them out, Sahelanthropus turned to bite them in the ass only to see that it was jack, the common horse prophet… or at least he had been! Extremely bewildered, Sahelanthropus threw his head to the side when she finally arrived glorious and golden and more than what he had been expecting.
“Holy guacamole” was all he could say, shoulder rubbing against Qimat.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 23:06:05 GMT -6
nicodemus give me something to believe in The sight of her was incomprehensible.
Nico felt the wind blow his hair back, transfixed even as Noa leaped and played by his side, even as the crowd roared and cried at the sight of Alya. Stunned into motionlessness and silence, Nico kept his eyes on his goddess, glittering and ever-changing, full of all the life and hope and fury that he could have ever hoped to see. He could hear, beneath the ringing echoes of her great voice, the sound of his fellow Serorans weeping.
He wondered why he wasn't weeping also. The joy he felt was without measure, but he couldn't move. His breath came in shallow silence, even as miracles sprouted around him in Alya's presence.
All of the fear and rage Nico had been carrying with him for months evaporated the moment he saw the light through the goddess's wings. He felt foolish for doubting her, for doubting Serora's future; how could they lose, now that their goddess had smiled on them?
Though only dully aware of anything but Her, Nico eventually tore his eyes to Adonis, who stood on Noatak's other side. It hadn't been long ago that their arguments about the treaty had driven a frigid stake between them, but Nicodemus felt it hardly mattered now. Reaching out timidly with his teke, Nico held on to his best friend, his brother, and watched the people of Serora come back to life.
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Post by seechem on Jan 23, 2018 3:13:51 GMT -6
Nero - Savior - Serora
She had graced the pale mare with a feather and Nero watched in awe as the wing piece landed on God's Landing, bigger than he was. Before he could even react Alya touched down on the ground. It was as though he had experienced an electric shock, and he hurried to his hooves. Now he stood, eyes wide as the Great Goddess placed a tender kiss on the forehead of Noatak. A little star appeared on the colt and Nero couldn't utter a word. Their Great Mother was back!
But his mind still returned to Madden. Why had he spoken so angrily? Agreeing with Jemin so fully while not being a child of Alya. Nero had flinched at his mate's actions and felt a profound hurt at his shunning of Alya.
Tearing his eyes from his beloved Goddess he sought out Madden for a moment. He could just about make him out hiding behind other horses. Nero's heart fluttered, his love for Alya and his love for Madden was wrenching at him bitterly. Did She know Madden was a child of Ignacio? Did She hate him for being with Madden? It was then that he noticed Sauron and Rowtag heading for the stairs, the latter gently nudging Helios. The roan froze in alarm. His group was departing...but WHY? So many questions and no clear answer. Were they so disgusted by Alya? Had she turned them away?
He looked up at their Great Mother, Her wings so wide and so different to how he remembered them. Despite the troubles in his mind he felt so in awe of Her that it almost hurt. His Blessing had returned, and while he delighted in the thrill of his powers again, he now understood clearly that they could be stripped away from him at any moment. Madden. He had supported Nero this far, why did he dig his hooves in now? With the chaos of questions whipping through his head like Alya's own tempest, he looked up at Her. He said nothing but looked at Her deeply. What was he to do? He had so many questions and no means of an explanation that would not come across as rude. So he remained standing, hoping desperately that She may offer him assurance that She would not leave them all again. He heard others asking 'why' and gave a silent prayer that she could explain this to them. At the voices and confidence of others he finally asked.
"Will You stay? Are You returned for good now?" The idea of being plunged back into oblivion without his Mother's light made his voice quiver. He looked to her in desperation and hoped She could answer him that. But then another thought pervaded his mind. Why were Rowtag and Sauron leaving. "They helped, you know." Nero felt a confidence swell in his chest for a brief moment at the kindling bond he had formed with his group, "they aided us in saving many of Your Children. Have You cast them out?" He asked, a hint of anguish catching in his throat. "One of them saved my life."
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Post by seechem on Jan 23, 2018 4:33:54 GMT -6
Madden - Mercenary - Vagabond
"Nero..." his voice died on the wind, his ruby eyes barely able to look at the Goddess. His mate had singled him out from his hiding place and had given him a look of hurt and betrayal. How could he ever stand by him again? He had seen Rowtag and Sauron leave and contemplated waiting at the bottom of God's Landing for Nero to descend, but knew this would only amplify the animosity that seemed to be broiling between them.
As he saw them leave he noticed a ghosted look of rage and fear on the kirins, and his mind spun in terror. Could She see everything he had done?! Did She know about his involvement in the death of one of her own children? No...no She couldn't possibly. But the thought was enough to have him staring over at Nero, wondering how he would react if he ever found out. But he could see how confused the Serorans were now, how concerned they were for themselves and for their Goddess. She seemed tender and kind enough, but had yet to offer a clear answer.
"Will you stay?" Madden heard Nero speak, surprised by his mate's confidence and feeling a little more assured that be was okay. However he was more concerned with whether Nero went into decline again and looked up at Alya with a mixture of curiosity and aggression. She could not deny these pleas from her children, she had already respond generously to their requests and declarations of love. But what security was there now?
"You cannot leave them again." Madden growled, not sure whether to step closer to Nero or stay back. He remained where he was though kept glancing Nero's way every few moments. He would not stand for his mate to be abused as he had been before. But those thoughts of fear kept forming. She wouldn't tell...what benefit would that be to her?
Nero's next words had Madden moving involuntarily towards his small mate. He was pleading with Her, vouching for the kirins who had descended. Maybe he understood then? He drew up near Nero, not too close but just behind him. He hoped this showed Alya their solidarity and could only pray that she would not be angered by his mate's questioning. He tried to ignore the fear for his own life as not only a Vagabond but a worshipper of Ignacio.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jan 24, 2018 13:16:53 GMT -6
Pearl glared at Noatak from the corner of her eye as Alya leaned down to kiss his forehead. She rolled her eyes, she wasn't jealous at all. With her brother having approached her, she twisted on him and pressed her side to him with a pathetic sigh as she rested her chin on his rump.
"Can we go now?"
She asked glumly, not so...Subtle at hiding the jealousy that was consuming her little heart.
Alya gave him a kiss, pfsh, whatever. She could get a kiss from...Whatever god! Pearl flattened her ears and closed her eyes tightly.
"Malik, everything hurts. Can we please please please go now?"
She even stood up on her hind legs to weakly flail at her brother's back, brushing her bright pink hooves over his fur. Pearl even leaned up to bite at his ear, tugging on it harsh to indicate her urgent want to flee the scene. The goddess was gone. It was over. Let's get going already.
They had each other, they didn't need the adults approval.
Pearl sharply turned on her hind legs and bolted back down the steps, even zooming past those who were already leaving the scene.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 24, 2018 22:28:37 GMT -6
THEN I THANK THEM AS WELL. Alya replies to Noatak, her gentle laughter bouncing with joy. The kirins turn from her, rightfully, and leave her presence and her heart lightens. The goddess of wind looks down upon her children and smiles so brightly. She has missed them. She has fought for them. She has returned. One of her heart steps forward and she can feel his question even as the sound of it hits the air. Her wings churn the air and she gazes at Nero for a long moment, sadness deepening on her face. A sorrow stirs in her soul and her wings begin to cloud. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN? She asks quietly, somberly. The clouds drift from her wings, creating a canvas. She keeps it from the children, sparing them the sight. A wide battlefield stretches, bodies littering it in horrible, twisted poses. Some were still on fire, a sick, slow roast that she still remembers smelling. THEY AND THEIR KIND SLAUGHTERED THOUSANDS. Her voice is still soft. Overlaid on corpses of pegasi you begin to see faces, persons, as they were and lived before this tragedy. A bright chestnut with brilliant green wings laughs as she dances with Alya in the winds. A sturdy golden pegasus dashes through the wind currents as if they are slides. A roan with white, speckled wings curls their neck over their child’s back in a cuddle. These and so many more dance in your vision as you see snippets of their lives, their existence, side by side with their broken bodies. TELL ME, WHICH OF THESE MURDERS NO LONGER MATTER. WHICH OF THESE LIVES HAS A PRICE THAT’S BEEN PAID? She asks an impossible question and the vision fades. The goddess is drawing away but her winds still reach for you, wrapping you with a mother’s hug. I LOVED THEM. I LOVE YOU. I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. Her words echo across the land as the winds sorten and drop away and the goddess disappears. You are left with only your herdmates, beneath the wide expanse of sky. But you are not alone. Not anymore.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 24, 2018 22:43:23 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to Nafisa, Adonis, Jack, Nico, Oneida.
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