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Post by Felypsa on Feb 10, 2011 14:15:12 GMT -6
 Once her eyes were open, Fyramist’s gaze was locked on the tower and the fallen bird. She barely even flinched at the resulting debris flying from the tower, the dust that shot through the air. The former alpha shut her eyes and covered her face with her wings. Once the initial burst was over, she opened them again, flapping out a clear path for her. A glance was tossed toward Wyndbain and Phobia, who were engaged in their own battle. But the empress’s aunt was preoccupied, and so, Lacrimosa belonged to Fyra.
The small Youroi marched up to where Lacri had fallen and peered over at her. The Druin wolf was still much larger than Fyra was, but she seemed not to be afraid. Rather, she was pissed off. Standing above Lacri, Fyramist snarled and bent down, her jaws open wide. But she did not bite Lacrimosa herself. That was not her goal. She did seem to bite down on something, and the empress might feel as if her very soul was being jarred loose.
If indeed Fyramist had a grasp on Lacri’s spirit, she would yank it out of the empress’s body. To all, the Druiness would appear lifeless. Fyramist knew she did not have much time before reinforcements found her and attacked her. She parted her jaws again, and stood staring at a ghost: Lacri’s ghost. But Fyramist had no intention of keeping her this way. She could only keep her out of her body for a short amount of time. But Lacrimosa did not need to know that…hopefully this alone would intimidate her.
“You’re so young,” the once-mad (still mad?) alpha pointed out, her voice harsh. “Going to war so soon.” Fyra gave a laugh. “You see my sister over there? The great Wyndbain? We were both younger than you were in our first war. The war during which we claimed the territories that are rightfully ours now.” Her amber eyes flashed. “I don’t know why you think you can beat up my sister…I don’t know why you fancy yourself the newest bully in the land. But it doesn’t matter. Wyndbain and I could beat your elders when we were younger than you.”
She gave a smirk that did seem to lend evidence to the interpretation that Fyramist was still not quite well: jagged and dangerous. “I don’t underestimate you, young empress. I don’t underestimate anyone who can become an enraged creature like you can. But you’re so young…you should appreciate everything that you have and not try to rush into adulthood so fast. It’s full of crap like this and more.” |
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Post by Aveilthé on Feb 10, 2011 14:59:10 GMT -6
Far too preoccupied with her pain, she did not notice a shadow falling over her being. With a grunt she was violently smashed to the ground, and found herself... well... there was no word to describe it. Perhaps it was like dying, for she felt an unreal tug at her body, as if something was fighting not to leave it. With a gasp her soul became severed, and floated etherealy over her body.
The first thing she noticed that she did not feel any pain. But it was cold. Like some power taking hold of her entire ghostly body with an unearthly frigid hand, keeping her in place.
Was she dead?
She'll never forget those eyes. She witnessed them herself, those mad eyes boring literally onto her soul. It was like a dream. No... a nightmare... the afterlife shouldn't have to feel like this.
And then the female spoke to her. Lacrimosa fought to understand, for there was a great deal of confusion going on inside of her head. Her confusion furthered when this wolf spoke about the war, and other things...
"I..."
It was barely a whisper as she tried to speak. She did not understand.
"I... didn't ask to become their leader..."
She paused, and though she could feel nothing in this state, felt an overwhelming sense of sadness, as if it hit her from memory.
"I didn't ask for any this to happen... my mate is gone... we never even had a chance together... all of you came here for some maddening purpose, to ravage our home and kill us all... well... you're getting your wish... my people didn't ask to die, either. We are only trying to defend our home... I would have done anything to protect them all... just like you are doing... I'm beginning to wonder who the real evil ones are..."
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Post by Felypsa on Feb 11, 2011 15:28:36 GMT -6
The empress was startled, nay, frightened, and Fyramist took sadistic pleasure in her fear. But then she began to speak and, in spite of herself, her hapless words tugged at the compassion deep within Fyra’s heart. Lacrimosa was confused, she was upset, she was hardly the determined leader full of rage that Fyramist had seen moments ago. In fact, she seemed to view the Allies as the ones who had invaded out of nowhere, broke her heart, burned her land. Fyra’s nostrils flared outward. If it was not the empress who started this war, then who?
She gave a snarl, more out of frustration toward the situation than anger toward Lacri, who was coming to the same conclusion. “Your mate is not dead,” she said after a moment. “I would have heard his cries on the astral plane.” Actually, Fyra did not even know who the emperor was, but she felt confident that if he had died, he would have called out her name. If he did truly love her, he would be beside her now, clinging to this world for a few seconds of reprieve before moving on to his place. None of the sort had happened, so Fyra was going to take a chance and assume that he was still alive…somewhere on the battlefield. “So you had better go to him.”
Time was up, and she released her hold on Lacri’s spirit, letting it rush back into her body where it belonged. At once, she felt drained of energy, the weight of exhaustion burdening her bones. But she had to get out of here before she was attacked by the empress’s loyal soldiers who were headed this way. And she had to find Wyndbain, explain to her that their job here was done…that it was time to go home.
Fyramist wrapped her wings around herself and loped off to locate her sister, urgency in her steps in spite of the fatigue weighing her down. |
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Post by shinren26 on Feb 17, 2011 12:21:08 GMT -6
Slade pulled himself to his feet, reorienting himself. He continued through the fray, dodging and halting, still searching for her. He had seen where the great bird had fallen, and wasn't far from that point anymore. Then he found her, not more than a hundred feet away was Lacrimosa. She wasn't moving.
Panic struck and new adrenalin pumped through his veins. He bolted to her side and searched for any signs of life. He could not see the rise and fall of her chest, she wasn't breathing. He clenched his teeth tightly, a small lump in his throat. The first wolf he had ever introduced himself to in over two years... the first real connection he had made with another living creature since the fire... and he didn't even have the chance to let her know how grateful he was. He lost himself in thought for a moment, unsure of what to do now. He lowered his head slowly, nuzzling her frame, hoping for some weak signs of life he may have missed to surface. Her body wiehged against his muzzle limply, without resistance, or tensing. He pressed an ear to her chest, but to no avail. Hoplessly he nipped her leg lightly, hoping the pain would jump start her body, but again he was rewarded with no reaction. She was gone.
Ajna prodded him slightly, her eye squinting slightly down at the young body. Lacrimosa shuddered weakly for a moment, then inhaled deeply. Slade stared wide eyed in disbelief, and relief. His thoughts cleared and he grinned slightly, a smile. She was alive! Somehow, and he thanked every deity for it. He didn't know how it was possible. He suddenly felt another presence nearby, and thought he saw something racing away out of the corner of his eye. Lacrimosa coughed, and Slade turned his attention back to her, momentarily forgetting about the other presence. She opened her eyes slightly. He didn't say anything yet, not knowing if she was coherent. She would know he was there to help. |
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Post by Aveilthé on Feb 17, 2011 19:25:58 GMT -6
OOC: Hey Shinrin, I just want to let you know real quick that Lacri hasn't officially woke up yet because I didn't make her do so... she didn't even cough, either... but I'll go ahead and let this one slide for now x3 I just want you to be aware of powerplay... the reason I allowed Fely's character to do what she did with mine was because it was mutually consented betwixt the two of us. Powerplay is okay when two roleplayers discuss it beforehand and all that. Anyways... back to this epic war or epicness! *cracks knuckles and tippity types*
Lacrimosa heard the maddened creature speak. Even though she was experiencing being out of her body for the first time, and possibly being dead, there was no doubt that even in the afterlife it was still possible to feel fear and terror racing up and down her ethereal spine.
Her ghostly body squirmed in protest, not wanting to be in the presence of this horrible wolf any longer. But she was at the mercy of this once Akeru alpha, and she would have to withstand this discomfort for as long as Fyramist wanted her here. And then Fyramist responded by telling her that Ammon was still alive...
The Empress's eyes popped open as she felt a hint of repose calm her soul. She looked upon Fyramist long and hard, and knew that she spoke the truth.
"Thank you," said she. "I would want nothing more than to do just that..."
Then she felt something pull upon her like a magnet. In no time, her body felt warmth spread through her chest and limbs as her soul snapped back into place.
Blurry-eyed, the Empress's eyes blinked several times as she looked out before her. She could see no details at the moment, for she felt highly disoriented and confused.
"Ugh," she groaned, trying to move her limbs. They felt asleep but steadily started moving as she willed them to squirm around. As her eyes became better focused to her surroundings, she saw a rather familiar sight that made her hackles stand on end in surprise.
"Y... you..." she said as she looked upon Slade for the first time in a long time, unable to think of much else to say. Still befuddled, she once more tried getting onto her feet. Her tail flopped around uselessly, unable to help her balance.
The battle, it seemed, had moved elsewhere. The towers were deserted as was the area surrounding them. There was rubble everywhere... it looked frightening to see one of them completely demolished.
"What are you doing here...?" she managed to breathe, letting her eyes fall upon the dark figure, but it proved costly. She was much too weak for idle chit-chat, particularly in the middle of a war.
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Post by shinren26 on Feb 18, 2011 2:20:15 GMT -6
"Y... you..."
He saw her breathe, viewing his face in recognition. Strange that they should reunite in a place like this. It was hardly the time or place for this sort of meeting. However, as he knew well, many situations in life were neither convinient or timely. He shook his head slightly with irritation at the thought, and the tendrils flowing from his neck waved slowly in response. Lacrimosa lifted herself to her feet weakly, and asked presently,
"What are you doing here...?"
Slade didn't have time, or the patience to go much into detail. He knew the empress didn't either. There were more important things going on elsewhere. He said simply,
"I came to be of whatever assistance I can."
They would have time to talk later, at the moment, there was work to be done. The Manipura glared out of his sides, sparking slightly as they searched for targets to poison and blacken. His demon form would only last him a little while longer before his malnourished, bedragled form would take hold of his body again. After he spoke to her, Slade saw Lacrimosa listen to his words, but he could tell by the wandering eyes, that she was looking for something else... or even someone else.
Ajna tuned herself into the empress's thoughts, tugging at the edges of her mind. Thoughts of battle, and destruction flashed by, and settled on the image of a male... her mate. Ammon... she whispered to Slade. Ajna hardly ever saw into someone's thoughts so clearly. But she was his third eye, and apart from seeing his own heart, she was able to see the hearts of others when she was strong. Slade spoke with confident and consice words,
"I will help you find Ammon."
The name felt sure coming off his tongue. It was definitely who she was looking for.They had to hurry though, while he had energy left to keep his form stable. |
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Post by Aveilthé on Feb 18, 2011 16:13:16 GMT -6
The Empress dragged her feet as she managed to sidle towards the rubble, where she clumsily slipped and crashed onto a sharp point at her side. Luckily her scales were as hard as onyx, and left a faint scratch as she hastily pushed away from it. She stood on wobbly legs and tried to peer at the demon.
"That is very kind of you... I am unsure how you were able to come here..."
She spoke in a daze, for the memories came flooding back in an instant, making her once dry orbs moisten with fresh tears, but she did not make a show of it. If anything the tears further dirtied up her face more, leaving trails of mud down her cheeks. She heaved here and there, attempting to keep the debris from her nose.
"I will send scouts to look for him if he is truly alive and take him to a safe place, but I must gather my empire together. I think... there has been a mistake, Slade... This war is... ugh..." She fell onto her belly like a weak foal. "Something is very wrong... it is imperative that I gather my forces..."
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Post by shinren26 on Feb 19, 2011 11:04:13 GMT -6
"That is very kind of you... I am unsure how you were able to come here..."
Slade was unsure of what she meant by the comment. How had he found her? Even the answer to that was unknown to him. She spoke again,
"I will send scouts to look for him if he is truly alive and take him to a safe place, but I must gather my empire together. I think... there has been a mistake, Slade... This war is... ugh..."
A mistake? The tone of her voice sent chills down his spine, a strange, very uncomfortable feeling. His mind flashed back to the dying wolves and demons he had laid his eyes upon merely minutes before. He felt a strange emotion... sadness. His chest heaved momentarily, and a small sigh escaped his muzzle.
"Something is very wrong... it is imperative that I gather my forces..."
Slade's body felt heavy. When he had entered the battle, he had been blindly following the Manipura, killing was easy, it helped him forget about his past. He was able to lose himself in a blind rage, not having to think or reason. Ajna hated that about him, but it was a sad truth. Suddenly, he didn't feel like following them. The words Lacrimosa heaved made him feel like he too, had made a mistake. He looked around to gaze over the ruined tower, the bodies of the injured and deceased, and the battle in the distance still going on. She was right, it had to stop.
"Lacrimosa, I came here because I had to let you know... I'm very grateful to have met you. I haven't introduced myself to anyone, or learned anyone's name for that matter, in over two years. I feel like now... I can finally forget the past, start to have a life again. So please, let me help you. Give me something to do. If there's a way to help you gather everyone I want to be of assistance if I can."
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Post by Wyndbain on Mar 25, 2011 23:01:42 GMT -6
(Sorry for leaving you at a cliff hanger for so long Addy ._.; )
Wyndbain's ears flicked back briefly, a cry of rage reaching her, though lost in the roar of chaos happing around her. There was only a brief moment after that before something slammed into her side and Wyndbain felt the breathe leave her lungs. The alpha tumbled head over paws in a flurry of wings, stunned and confused as to what had hit her. Her body slid along the ground a few feet and the world spun around her, but she still lifted her head and fought against a wave of nausea. She was still in this battle and there was an enemy attacking her. If she was to survive this day, she could not let something like this take advantage of her.
Wyndbain saw a blurry figure running towards her, unable to determine if she was friend or foe through mere sight alone, but using her sense of smell.
"I refuse to let yor hurt her" these words reached her ears, though somewhat jumbled. Her mind could not understand them, but she somehow knew, maybe by instinct, that this wolf was no ally. The wolf moved closer and Wyndbain stirred, scooting back along the ground as the enemy suddenly charged, leaping at her and giving her no time to recover from the attack. But Wyndbain had more than claws to defend herself.
With small droplets of blood seeping from her jowls, the fur along Wyndbain's throat seemed to rustle from a breathless wind. She reared her head, squinting her eyes up at the furious blur that was falling her way. Her cheeks expanded only briefly, before an echoing bark exploded from her opened jaw and shock waves of wind rushed in skewed directions, flying off in random paths at some points because Wyndbain could not see enough to control them. Her confusion was echoed in her magic and her aim had been drastically diminished, but still she fought on, determined to end this one way or another.
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Post by Aveilthé on Mar 27, 2011 11:30:14 GMT -6
The Empress whipped her tousled tail in agitation. Though they were in a fairly safe area in spite of the battle happening all around them, Lacrimosa knew that staying in one spot for too long was a very bad idea. Groaning in pain, she hoisted her body upward and shifted her weight gingerly on all four paws.
"Unfortunately it is the wrong time to say such things. There will be a time for us to idly chit-chat, but now I have to... ugh..." She nearly slumped over, but caught herself in time. "Go and... tend to the wounded, gather help and let all injured come into the towers where it is safe. Get healers to aid them. Where are my generals..."
And with that, she scurried off, slinking into the heat of battle.
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