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Post by seechem on Jan 24, 2018 15:10:07 GMT -6
Plot: The group are homeward bound from their journey to God's Landing. This follows what transpired in Serora: 505 Birdsong and Serora: 502 Ascend. Before meeting the Goddess, Alya, the Serorans and Outsiders have been overwhelmed; fighting Thunderbirds and managing to not tear each other apart. Now that they are returning home, are the newly kindled friendships there to last. Characters: Nero, Madden, Helios, Rowtag, Sauron, Lyall, Jemin Setting: The sky is clear, with only a few sparse clouds. The sun has begun to set now, pink and purple beginning to spread in the sky like watercolour. The sand is much cooler and so is the breeze. The group has travel supplies of food, water and blankets.
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Post by seechem on Jan 25, 2018 11:38:15 GMT -6
N E R O a Saviour of Serora 'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me' ......
The visions that had danced before his eyes replayed vividly in his mind. The screams, the terror, the anguish. That confidence that had sweltered within him had crumbled instantly under the sight of those souls taken from the world so cruelly. He hadn't noticed that he had dropped to his knees, shaking with sobs of bitter resentment and heartbreak, until his mate had nuzzled his side. His mate who worshipped the one who would see these visions return to the present. With his head hung low he had moved past Madden to try and compose himself. He still had the trek home to contend with.
He had told himself to speak up for them, for those who had helped see the group across the desert. Those he had grown to trust. But no more. What they had done...the destruction...the murder he had seen them commit. He had to fight a further shudder. His Blessing surged inside him, making his legs shake in an almost blur. He wanted to run far from God's Landing and leave everything in the dust. But he couldn't leave them here after getting everyone this far.
"Hon? You okay?" Madden spoke from behind him, making the blue roan recoil involuntarily. "Yes. Fine. I just-need to think some things over." With that the medic brushed off the last of his tears on his leg and tried to regain some semblance of stability. "Alright. I'll-um- be with the others then." Nero watched for a moment as the unicorn made his way back to where some of the group had been standing, and Nero felt his heart flutter. What had Madden made of those visions? Of what his God had made happen, of the death he had reaped down upon them? All of this thinking had the bald faced stallion yearning for his home, for his bed and the blissful dark solitude of his home.
The sun had begun to set, the festivities had rapidly unwound following Alya's departure, and now groups were disbanding from the party and beginning to either set up shelters on God's Landing or leave. Nero didn't know if he could stay here much longer without doing something stupid, and so he turned his attention to his own little group. They had been through so much over the past few days. Tussling with Thunderbirds, making it to God's Landing and then meeting Alya face to face. It was enough to exhaust anyone, perhaps they were as desperate to leave as he was?
With slightly shaky hooves Nero made his way towards the group, keeping his eyes low and away from Madden. He didn't know what to say to the unicorn at this point, and was not up for a domestic in front of everyone. "Is everyone alright?" Why had he asked that? His medical side had kicked in instantly, and he wasn't sure how everyone was feeling after those...those...visions of... He had to steel his mind for a moment to keep from sobbing. "I think we should head off soon. At this time we could make good headway and set up camp after a few hours." His voice was soft and quiet, as though if he spoke too loud he would break them all apart. He knew he would certainly break himself if they didn't get away from this place. Looking at each of them quickly, his head low with fatigue, he wondered what they had made of the event, of Alya, and whether anyone would be willing to share their views, as he was desperate to discuss all they had seen.
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Post by wulfeneit on Jan 26, 2018 14:58:53 GMT -6
Lyall, irate Goat Father
At her words, Lyall had risen from his bow. He listened attentively, attention divided between the glory of the mother and his herd mates. He brushed shoulders with Qimate, acknowledging her yet unable to fully tear his gaze from the Goddess. For the first time his gaze was drawn to the weapon, the holy artifact the children had apparently recovered for her. He only caught a glimpse of it, had enough time to wonder how the children had gotten a hold of it and who was the moron who had the task of watching them-- when anger, and inflammable sorrow filled her voice. Across her wings a terrible vision crawled- not a vision... a memory, a nightmare. The sight was beyond description and he stumbled, barely able to grasp the magnitude of it. A little voice chimed 'I was right, I was right alright,' but the knowledge of retrospect felt hollow. Pitiful. Bile rose in the back of his throat, someone he managed to shallow it back down. Idiot, idiot, idiot! What had he been thinking only moments before her arrival? He was furious. The wickedness the kirin's harbored as children of Ignacio had been expected from the start, but he had allowed himself a moment of weakness, a moment of understanding... like his brothern, had he been tricked? The answer screamed yes, but something didn't feel right. Thank the gods for her return, she couldn't have arrived at a better time, but why had she not acted against them? Her anger, her grief had not waned, yet she had shown mercy. What swayed her hoof, what held her back? What were they missing here? A glance over the crowd found Nero near the edge with Madden not far away. He caught sight of Jemin, had he been in a better moon he would have teased the mule for that display earlier, as it was he didn't feel it. He kept searching... “Son of a -” Sauron and Rowtag were gone. “They left without us,” Lyall spat, head down turned, an imitation of an angry big horn. His hooves clicked sharply as he approached Nero. “It's hardly fair isn't it. What gives them the right to escape reliving that? You take your time, but I want them back in my line of vision. They owe us an explanation.”
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