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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 12:38:49 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Eithne's Open Thread for the Elemental Shiftthis thread is open to Aodhians and any other characters in Eithne. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts can be any length, you will earn normal AP for your writing- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- There's a lot of chaos going around- don't leave anyone behind! Try to interact with other characters.- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: Your character has suddenly found them-self with a new blessing and an understanding that the gods themselves have changed elements- react! Location: Valore Time of Day: Morning, the day you woke up with the Wrong Magical Powers Current Weather: Cloudy and cool -- WHERE IS IGNACIO
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Post by misttheelf on Apr 1, 2018 13:55:45 GMT -6
WHAT WAS HAPPENING - That was Obed's reaction when he woke up with his room full of creatures. He was confused until his mind cleared enough for the realization to kick in. Something... Something had changed in the starscape. Although, why his room was full of creatures was still a complete mystery... He had left his window shut... hadn't he? He looked over at it... Ah nope, it had been open. He sighed and got to his feet, and went to knock on the door to Zenia's room - A group of the creatures following him, before heading outside, and attempt to get these beasts to stop following him.
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Post by Maelorom on Apr 1, 2018 16:31:18 GMT -6
Constantine//:
Eminent Constantine had endured a rough morning, while he had to admit he enjoyed the chaos heartily there was something disturbing about waking up with your parents glowering at you.
Especially when they had been dead for quite some time now.
While the immediate shock of awakening to his parents skeletons peering at him had passed he still felt somewhat unnerved by their presence as he walked down the currently-empty street. Mother was snapping at father and flicking her wing-bones at him in an annoyed fashion. She seemed to be scalding him for his lack of adornment, not that anything was really going to cover up the fact that they were no longer alive.
Shivering from the cold Constantine pulled his mis-matched wings tighter, if only he could work this damned blessing out. Thankfully the new-found chaos kept most equine distracted and off the streets, but the sudden lack of warmth was annoying. This cooler climate was not particularly appreciated. He was too used to the warm Aodhian days under Ignacio's blazing sun, which had apparently decided to sleep in this morning. Distracted by thoughts of weather Constantine failed to register the clicking of bone on stone as two more skeletal figures joined his entourage. The sound of dripping water caught his attention though. The new skeletons had apparently emerged from somewhere wet. He grimaced at the sight of them, one had a long strand of seaweed looped through it's eyehole. He heard someone scream from a nearby house, probably not at the skeletons though. He could feel the chaotic energy running through his own bones, he just wished he wasn't being followed by an army of the undead. Mother and father were fighting again.. he didn't care where he was going anymore, as long as it was away from those these things.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Apr 2, 2018 19:14:12 GMT -6
Reija | Old Lady
The old mare opened her eyes to the dappled sunlight filtering through her canopy of plantlife.
She rose to find tears still dampening her eyes... Reija dreamt of her late mate occasionally, but he
had never seemed so real. Her newly-acquired blessing had been the supposed culprit of her recent
vivid dreams, but those had only been of plantlife and forests she had never seen. Never of Chandler.
As she went about her morning watering, the daze lingered. All she could think of was his face.
His soft grin and deep golden eyes. The shine of his painted coat in the sunshine. His smell--
Reija froze suddenly. The water can fell to the cobbled floor.
Chandler was there, standing in the middle of the Flowerroom, his back to her.
His bi-colored mane and tail rippled in an invisible breeze. His coat glimmered with a translucence
that was more felt than seen. Light and shadow didn't seem to have an effect on him.
His name came through her lips in a whisper and she felt him turn, more aware now that her eyes
weren't seeing, but were rather feeling. It was as if her blessing had warped...
"Chandler."
His eyes locked with hers... the eyes of her own soul. Careful steps drew her nearer to him, into an
embrace... that felt like nothing more than a change in the temperature of the air around her.
"I've missed the sound of my name from your voice." His voice was distant but close, filling the
room while only existing in her ears.
All this time, he had been there.
"I've missed the sound of your voice," Reija whispered, silent tears rolling from her eyes. "I've never
stopped loving you, Chandler."
"As I have never stopped loving you." The smile on his lips could be felt through his words.
Another invisible embrace.
The world shifted. Bliss filled the Flowerroom.
The embrace became a dance.
A dance to last forever.
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Post by Jennycallie on Apr 4, 2018 1:13:56 GMT -6
Isador
King
Shadow Manip replaced with Water Manip The doors of the palace swung open abruptly, ricocheting off the stone walls with a tremendous boom.
Framed in the doorway, his ivory form all but invisible in the shadowed recesses, the King stood, legs slightly spread as he stared up furiously at the dull, cloudy sky.
Snapping his tail, Isador prowled down the marble steps, into the dubious, muted light of the overcast morning. Sharp eyes might have discerned a damp spot on his otherwise sleek and flawless coat, as if the King had spilled water on himself. Which of course was ridiculous; Isador did not spill, was not sloppy.
Slaves and servants hovered and darted nervously in the stallion's wake, clearly anxious but too afraid to do anything about it. Isador was ignoring them, and had moved his furious attention from the cloudy sky and to his own hooves- no. Not his hooves, but his all but invisible shadow. Isador stared very hard at it, concentrating, then flung his head up in frustration.
His shadow manipulation, his precious Blessing from Ignacio- it had fled him. Isador knew that he should feel afraid, should be doing something, gathering information, figuring out what it meant, and indeed he would have, if not for the incident with the water.
The water.
Isador's jaw ached as he clenched his teeth, recalling. He knew that his slave Diederich blamed himself, knew just as certainly as he knew that it had not been Diederich's fault. One moment the servile had been bringing in the morning tray of food (complete with a treacherous glass of cool water) and the next a sudden shout, a sound of running hooves and slamming doors had startled Isador and Deiderich both- and the water had simply... leaped from the glass. Diederich had been startled, but he was well bred, well trained. He had not tripped, had not so much as flinched.
It had been the water... coinciding with an alien, swelling sensation in Isador's chest that had previously belonged to the shadows, to Ignacio. And if the whispers swirling around the Palace were any indicator, Isador's experience was not unique. Ignacio's favors were, overnight it seemed, revoked. Isador shook his head, once, bridle chiming. He closed his eyes, opened them.
Several quick, savage strides brought the King to the edge of a koi pond. He stared daggers at the serene, rippling surface, and again felt an answering pull in his chest, an awareness of... kinship, of power. Teeth now bared, Isador focused his will into a single, seething blade and directed it at the water- and the water responded.
The surface shattered, fracturing into a million slivers and sending the koi darting away. The surface calmed, slowly, but above it the spray remained, coalescing into a slowly revolving orb that reflected Isador's outraged (and to be honest, utterly confused) face.
The stallion looked back up at the sky so quickly his neck popped, the water falling back to the pond with a splash that further soaked the King.
"WHAT," Isador snarled, his attention and words directed at the sun, "IS THIS."
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Apr 4, 2018 13:12:00 GMT -6
N i L
Ω Aodh | Labor Slave Ω
 "When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt."
~Honore de Balzac Ω
He was exhausted.
Then again, when wasn’t he?
The life of a labor slave was exhausting, but at the very least, when he did bed down for the night, he passed out quickly.
He never dreamed. At least, he never had dreams worth remembering.
Until tonight.
He was unsure where he was. It wasn’t the Dark District, nor did he feel he was in Valore. But all he could make out the distant sounds of birds, and he could swear he was hearing other animals as well. Unwilling to stay in the darkness he was standing in, he headed for the noises.
He came to a clearing, oddly similar to the one he was born in. There were hundreds of animals that consisted of mostly birds and other small animals, but there were a few deer, wolves, and one giant bear. When Nil entered the clearing, the noise stopped, and they all looked towards him. Feeling uneasy, the unicorn decided he made the wrong choice.
Turning to leave, he came face to face with a moth.
They hear your call.
Chaos will forever reign.
She’s not who she used to be.
The stampede that sounded was deafening, and Nil couldn’t get out of the way. But instead of getting crushed, he found the animals circling him, engulfing him. He couldn’t understand why, but when he looked up into the sky, he got this sense that this was Alya’s doing...mostly.
Red eyes snapped open, heavy head lifting as he looked around where he slept. The candles that had been burning were out, and oddly enough, wet. There were sounds of shouting, screaming, all of it confusing. Rising, he felt Malia’s tiny talons grip hard into what little bit of mane he had. He turned to peer at the Blue Jay, but she looked at him with her dark eye, head tilted to the side. He rose, and as he did so, he saw that his hooves were covered in ants. There was a moment of disgust, but then he remembered his dream. Quite strange.
Shaking of the ants, and taking the time to ensure he wouldn’t step on any, he started to head towards the noises outside.
Chevaliers attempted to keep the chaos at bay, but slaves and others alike were too frightened by something. Or someone. Malia started to peck at his head, and as his ears pinned back to acknowledge her pecking, he noticed a dozen birds flying towards him. Cardinals, other blue jays, even a couple of finches alighted upon his back. A labor slave mare bolted past him, but she was blinking in and out of existence, and that very fact seemed to startle her more. As he stood and watched, more and more animals gathered around him. Many birds and mice, some dogs and cats, there were even snakes that had come and wound themselves around his legs. And he couldn’t do anything about it but stand and accept it.
Being a labor slave...he was used to accepting things.
Perhaps this chaos was a good thing though. Perhaps...Perhaps Alya had finally come to rescue him from his prison that was Aodh.
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Post by hey-stardust on Apr 6, 2018 3:09:43 GMT -6
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CIRILLA | AODH | COMMONER
memory manipulation -> light manipulation.
Ciri had been awoken by an obnoxious amount of light flooding her room.
At first, she had flung herself out of bed, metaphorically foaming at the mouth, rabid and ready to tear feathers from her numerous siblings' backs; thoroughly convinced it was a poorly contrived prank that had caused her wake at such an ungainly hour - one that was surely only befitting that of slaves -. However, it didn't take her long to figure out that the case of the numerous, glowing orbs surrounding her was in fact, of her own doing, and her rage was quickly subdued by blatant curiosity.
As any child with a brand spanking new toy would do, Ciri immediately began to try and push the blessing to its limits; lobbing a few poor, unsuspecting members of the public with balls of light as she moved about the citadel.
Seeking a prime position to survey the chaos that had evidently consumed the city, Ciri poised herself - not unlike that of a cat - upon a stone wall that overlooked the garden, just in time to see the king himself bluster out of the palace doors and stare down what appeared to be, relatively harmless koi fish.
A grin pulled her lips at the king's evident, growing distress and thunderous outburst, the action almost splitting her mouth from ear to ear as she called out to him.
"Say Isador[k]! Ya finally cool down that temper of yours?" KISS MY ASS @hey-stardust
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Post by promsong on Apr 7, 2018 23:24:55 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
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Earlier that morning, Jasmine had sent Tess off to go and fetch some fresh fruit from the nearby market. She trusted the mare enough to get her go out on her own and do things that Jasmine was far, far too busy for.
She laid on top of a low sun bed, the cushions protecting her from the hot pavement that surrounded her. It was utterly exhausting and the dramatic sighs that escaped her lips were obviously necessary even though she was completely alone. Large white sunglasses shielded her eyes and her head was tilted back, nose facing up towards the sky.
Deciding that she had soaked up enough sun, she slowly rose, as if it took everything out of her just to stand. And most of the time, it did.
She stood over the water, looking down at the bottom of the pool. There were no currents and any ripples in the water were from the slight breeze of that early afternoon.
After spending a few moments gazing down at it, that changed, however. There were soon waves crashing back and forth into one end of the pool and the mare tilted her head to the side in confusion. She had just been thinking of her dead husband and how he hated the pool, the thought making her upset as most did when it came to Rowan. She narrowed her eyes and brought forth her worst memories of the man and the water only seemed to get more violent as she did so.
"Interesting..." she mumbled to herself as she circled the pool and attempted to control these movements. It was not going as planned, but something was happening.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 0:03:23 GMT -6
OLIVER
maxed out Shapeshifting to Telepathy
He had woken up in a dumpster in an alleyway, nothing unusual there. Everything from that point had been very weird, however. His usual morning routine included utilizing his blessing to get around, to steal a snack - the basic needs were much easier to fulfill when you were small and even more unnoticeable than a scoundrel. His blessing eluded him, and not in a way where he had stolen cheap alcohol and drank it, and felt too wobbly in the morning to be of much use. No. This was different.
He could practically feel the disrupt in the air. Hear it. So many emotions, so much confusion. He yelped. He wanted it all out of his head, now. But it wasn't leaving. The more he concentrated on it, or more so trying to make it go away, the louder it got. He shook his head repeatedly, his long ears flattened against his skull. He even tried stuffing pieces of some abandoned newspaper inside his ears to make it stop.
When it didn't, he thought of doing what he usually did when he felt unsettled. He spread his wings, and flapped until he caught a warm current that he could ride higher. He had to go significantly high for the voices to quiet, but it was easier to control that way. And from the air, he could see all the madness. Flowers sprouting. Water splashing. Chevaliers trying to keep the streets calm from distressed equines, most seemingly out of control.
As the worst of the shock wore off, the opportunist in Oliver arose again, and as he swirled closer to the ground in slow circles, he started to look for the more distracted equines. Today would be a good day to steal shit.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Apr 8, 2018 14:33:25 GMT -6
Aidan | Chevalier
Aidan never received any visits of the gods, not in his dreams nor in any visions. Magic had never been bestowed on him and yet. Yet here he was, one minute a normal horse walking down the streets, next a mythical beast.
Aidan roared loudly. His family was not amused, or at least some of them weren't as they stared up to the roof Aidan was seated on. Their faces were anything but pleased and other people were staring up in both awe and terror. Hell yeah, give him the attention he deserved.
“Aidan, I swear, if you do not come down this instant-“
Aidan didn’t listen, too caught up in his own experience. He flicked his tail in excitement and leapt of the building, making panes fall down it the progress. Slaves, passerby’s and architects all cursed at the damage. He wooped.
“Aidan!”
“Stop that!”
“I AM A DRAGON!” Aidan yelled excitedly, his roar shaking the city.
Horse below would have facepalmmed if they had hands to do so. Someone tried to educate him. “Actually you are a wyvern to be more specific.” But this also went ignored.
“Aidan, you can’t be a wyvern. That’s not allowed with this blessing. Stop it.”
“Kaia, clearly thinks I’m awesome!” Aidan yelled back. He wasn’t sure who was talking to him at this point and he didn’t care, too buzzy performing aerial tricks like a pro, shooting fire and diving through. People below tried to run as fire rained down
“This is AWESOME.”
It was a day of destruction and chaos for Valore. Hip, hip, Digend.
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Post by PaganStars on Apr 8, 2018 16:53:32 GMT -6
Undyne Let's sway
While colour lights up your face
Sway through the crowd to an empty space
  
x | x When Undyne had rose from his bed this morning, the first thing he had noticed was that his room was exceedingly freezing. His teeth practically chattering,Undyne had rose and snatched the fluffiest blanket he had off of his bed, wrapping it diligently around his shoulders before making his way to his bedroom mirror. It too was frosted, Purple teke carefully wiping away the build up of frost and looking confusedly at his own reflection. Eithne was a warm land, filled with volcanoes and lava and the sun shining brightly down upon her people every single day. It got chill yes but never had Undyne experience anything this bloody freezing.
Taking a moment to tidy himself, Undyne had carefully picked out his outfit for the day and readied himself for his new duties. He was now the Flamen of the Enya sanctum and with his new title came new responsibility. He had expected to leave early in the morning and meet up with a few of the more trained Flamens, to learn from them and beginning his own journey.
Now he needed to figure out how to defrost his room.
Snapping away from his thoughts, Undyne hadn’t realized that the frost had begun creeping along the mirror again, his eyes narrowing as he realized that the more he focused on it, the more it spread. It was only then did he finally recognize the new weight on his soul, a cold grip. A blessing.
Blinking, Undyne tried to recall just when he had asked for a blessing. He had been meaning to do it soon, to envelop himself in the relaxing waters of the public bathing pools of the sanctum, to both his head and reach out to both Ignacio and Cascade and ask one of them for a blessing.
Frost manipulation was exciting, but it had not been something he had ever pictured with himself.
Dashing out into the hallways of the sanctum and finally to the large bathing pool chambers, Undyne quickly realized that he was not in control of his new blessing as of right now, darting away to the inner sanctum as the pools began to glaze over. He hoped that one of the sanctum attendants was up, or that an early morning practitioner was in the halls.
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