Amalia
I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map
I knew that somehow I could find my way back Coiled tense as any snake, Amalia retreats from the tumult and strife, her mind a hazy, enraged blur. It is only the presence of Deimos beside her which keeps the girl from sinking down, dropping into oblivious doubt, consumed by her own anxieties. She clings to his hand like it is a lifeboat, the only think which keeps her afloat: and in a way it is, an anchor to this world, a reminder that not everything is chaos and despair. Wordlessly she leads him away, her mind too riled for coherent speech, needing to seek and move and act, even if that action is only walking, a pointless path into the dark.
By the time they reach the Ground's center the sun is beginning to fall, descending toward a far horizon which finally the girl can see. She has relaxed slightly, though not much, terror giving way to exhaustion, the stress of the day's events taking toll on body and mind. Her figure shows her fury: a leopard's tail lashes from her back, fur on her ears, claws on her feet. Through it all she holds his hand, her fingers laced between his, the starwhale draped around her neck like a scarf, a shield, a badge. She does not stop to ask him to stay- she knows he will, she has to, because in a world where she knows nothing she has to at least know him. At last she draws to a shuffling stop, looking up in mild surprise, as though she had not realized the trail her pacing took. It makes sense, though: the Glade has ever been a haven, a place of solace in her darkest times, though her last encounter with Frey had raised no small amount of wariness in the girl. But it is the nature of this place which draws her, the divinity it has ever seemed to hold, the songs of summer and beings of old. With a gentle squeeze and a heavy sigh Amalia drops the behemoth's hand, falling to her knees before the shrine, her eyes downcast, her fists at her side, a shuddering breath exhaled from her lungs. "Vi," she murmurs to the ground, "Mort. We could use you guidance. I... I don't know what to do." Set immediately after the notice board ME Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you |
cut out all the ropes and let me fall
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the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-21-2019, 12:36 AM
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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06-21-2019, 12:45 AM
DEIMOS Deimos was useless. She must’ve known it, must’ve sensed it, must’ve understood it. He was ineffectual in these pathways, in these intervals, where Gods lingered and toyed with mortals, brandished their wisdom upon those they deemed worthy, and scoffed at those they did not. Sometimes it was silence when he crouched before them, begging and pleading, sometimes it was mocking, an exploitation of what he was – how they didn’t like those with bloodlines infused with incantations, enchantments. He’d tried, starved for wisdom and sagacity, because he didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to act, had hoped for safe returns of those clutching at him – and none of it had mattered. He’d been taught to school his features into absolute nothingness, even when his heart drummed, even when it reverberated and echoed and bounded with apprehension. He didn’t want to ruin this for her. He didn’t want to be the reason none of the deities showed up, especially when she craved guidance, especially when they all wanted something to cling to in the midst and murk, in the seditious spread. His hand clutched and grasped, fingers wrapped around hers, waiting for her to realize he was worthless in these venues, in these abilities, scattered dust and mere particles of earth. “Amalia,” he tried to say, before they got too far, before he marred and bludgeoned and blemished simply because of who, of what, he was. “They will not come with me here.” But she didn’t seem to care – her acceptance and tolerance a far greater expanse than any of the deities and celestial beings. So he tried to blend into the background when she finally broke free of him, when she pleaded to Vi and Mort, when he had no ability, no possible way, to ever know, understand, or comprehend what these creations and cosmic individuals were like. I don’t know what to do. Neither did he – except for the clear, ringing clarity of insurrection beating in his chest. i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky Age: 7 | Height: | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: - Strg: - Dext: - Endr: - Luck: - Int:
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06-21-2019, 02:52 PM
Hollowed Grounds Registrar
Age: 30 | Height: 5’7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 16 - Endr: 29 - Luck: 22 - Int:
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06-22-2019, 06:01 PM
No permission needed for power play! Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3 the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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06-23-2019, 02:48 AM
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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06-23-2019, 01:06 PM
DEIMOS He wasn’t surprised by the choking, smothering silence, the cooling plumes of defeat billowing past his ears and over Amalia’s refrains. It was normal: an interplay of nothingness, the lack of worth, the hatred, the vitriol, sputtered upon those who contained and harbored enchantments. There was always a steady reminder that they were naught: a speck of dust, a gust of wind, signifying nothing in the grand schemes, no matter how much they pushed, tore, and growled. The beast had simply come to expect and accept a lack of guidance or care upon those who lingered in the same parallels as he; but his eyes lingered on the baker, on the appealing whispers, on the desperation cloaked in her voice. He suddenly wished he wasn’t there at all, a disappointment, likely the root cause of her failure, should’ve been backing away, away, away, should’ve never arrived at her side, should’ve been something better – He didn’t move; Kiada’s entrance was on soft footfalls, there in an instant, likely having followed them from the ridiculous antics of their latest notice board gathering. He heard her inquiry but couldn’t give anything in return: he’d never seen them, he’d never been approved by them. The only response he’d ever received was scorn or detachment, and he swallowed down any response he had chiseled. It tasted rancorous and bitter, but for whom, for what, he couldn’t say. Perhaps it was a combination of things, the echoes of the past rising and snaking down in his soul, chiseling and sculpting and carving away what little faith he’d ever had: placing it more in himself again – and even that had its limitations. The Reaper wished he had that ability, to put hope, trust, and worth into celestial beings and divinities, a sweeping acceptance and reverence, instead of constant resistance. But that wasn’t who he was or experienced. He met both of their gazes and inhaled, chest heaving on the rise of confidence and optimism. At the very least, he could implement and whittle his convictions into future actions; with no assistance, no reeling, no hand-wringing from gods, from the cosmos. He offered very little except a small, minute smile, eager and ready to abandon the rituals and relics, just as they’d done to him. “Then we should get to work.” i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
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Age: 30 | Height: 5’7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 16 - Endr: 29 - Luck: 22 - Int:
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06-24-2019, 05:40 AM
No permission needed for power play! Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3 | ||||
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