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RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Santana - 09-03-2020 Wrath occupied his mind from the moment he woke. Wrath, and the scent of smoke hanging in the air. For a moment, the pale stallion lifted his head to the wind, eyes slit uncertainly, draconic sight bleaching the landscape down to its warmth and cold. Oh, and there was far more warmth than there should have been. The horizon bled in shades of crimson and gold. Tongues of flame licked the sky, and Santana watched the home of his friend, of her family, burn. Heavy wings flung out by his sides, as the scaled stallion threw himself at the sky. Fire burned within his own breast, the embers of anger threatening to shred the equine skin, to exchange it for other, more lethal garb. Control was a hard won thing though, and he held onto it with an iron grip while the landscape melted beneath him. All was burning brightly, filling his sight with brilliant ribbons of light. Ribbons that twisted and threaded before him, weaving a pathway that drew him onward. Hot white gave way to paler warmth, figures that shifted and melded with the heat until his eyes gave up their strange effect, leaving blackened carnage and torn earth in all its miserable glory. It would break Eyas heart. A cluster of oddities gathered in the heart of things, horses in odd shapes and sizes that gathered with palpable tensions in their lines. Oh but he could smell the smoke in his lungs, the fire in his brain. And he could see the tinder in another's throat. A roar of feral predation ripped through his maw, talons erupting from his forelegs as he fell from the sky. Spiraled to the smoldering earth. Fell upon the horn-faced dragon who burned the land. RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Tarian - 09-03-2020 Something stirs in his chest. A dull sound echoes in his silver ears and there is no need to chase away the bleariness from his blue-eyed gaze. In all his years, in all the places he's been, Tarian still remembers an early lesson. Always be alert. Always be listening. Always be ready. A roar stirs to life all those great Guardians of the past, all the warriors of Old that blow in his blood. Though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Lepis - 09-05-2020 l e p i s gave me the blues and then purple pink skies The silence that rises between them feels heavy, weighted by the manifold years since she last seen at the fanged creature in front of her. There are subtle differences between that fierce young king and this killer in his prime, and Lepis finds that the lines of maturity and age have only made him more handsome. Is that the Curse, she wonders, or the part of her heart that still remembers what it felt like to have him look at her with love in those olive-green eyes? It doesn’t matter. There is a click of hoof on stone, and the window for action grows narrower. Lepis doesn’t dare take her eyes from Wolfbane, but a gust of hot wind brings the smell of Nerine and Neverwhere, who comes to stand beside Lepis. The dun mare does not seem to acknowledge the other, but at her arrival Lepis glances over her own shoulder, toward the roaring that grows ever closer The window grows narrower still. A body appears in the sand at Neverwhere’s feet. Wolfbane’s body, but summoned and seemingly controlled by the bald-faced mare. That’s been a well-kept secret, Lepis thinks. Her sources still claim the Nerenian leader is scornful of Beqanna’s magics. But the dapple mare seems to know what she is doing, and whatever it is incenses the real Wolfbane, who pulls himself to his feet faster than she had expected. Wolfbane seems taken aback by the smoke the rises behind the two mares, or perhaps it is at the arrival of the eyeless dragon. The roar of fire behind her announces that the window is nearly shut. Everything happens so quickly. A pale dragon falls from the sky toward Santana, a white mare with a navy mane and too many sharp teeth barrels down a canyon toward them, the grey stallion that had stood as unobtrusively as a shadow beside her moves instead to separate her from the chaos. “Don’t kill him!” She shouts over the roar of the flames and the feathered wing in front of her. “Don’t, kill him, I have to. It’s a curse, it has to be me, it has to be me to do it.” She’d not wanted an audience. They’d have been able to do it alone, she thinks, to put down the patriarch of the family as private family matter. What she wants no longer matters, she thinks as she coughs through the acrid smoke. Her eyes sting, but the flames are still some distance away. “Let me…” She feints left than goes right, hoping that their recent acquaintance might not yet have Tarian realizing she is not the type to run into danger. Wolfbane is lunging for Ghaul, and Lepis’s dark hooves beat down on his left leg, unbalancing him and forcing him back down to the earth. Something slams into the side of her head. She’d forgotten to take the wings into account, having never been an outstanding warrior, and as Wolfbane falls his left wing fell with him. A little dazed, she stumbles to the side and begins to fall. RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Neverwhere - 09-05-2020 Please feel free to skip Nev going forward if you want, she plans to do exactly zero fighting if it can be avoided and is mainly focusing on preventing Bane from healing RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - ghaul - 09-07-2020 GHAUL And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire He is the guillotine where all lives meet their equal end, kings and paupers alike. Ghaul is thrilled when Wolfbane disregards the warning Neverwhere gives and charges toward the dragon king. But another is diving face first for Ghaul and he grins with all his crooked teeth as he draws a deep breath. The northern queen was not the only one keeping secrets. He spreads his jaws wide and, instead of fire, a beam of perfect white light erupts from his throat. Ghaul had learned that even their scales burned like autumn leaves when faced against his rays. Well, perhaps it would be better to say Yadigar had learned this. But he doesn’t wait to see if the dragon takes a blow to the face or if he dodges. There are more pressing matters at hand. Lepis stumbles and there is a glimmer of mercy that finds its way to the surface of Ghaul’s mind. Their deal is not complete if she does not have her lover’s head. He flaps his wings to propel him forward and beside Lepis, tucking one wing around her and pulling her against him to keep her upright. “You may die when our business is done and not a moment sooner,” he snarls, his teeth snapping near her face despite his protective stance. “I will pluck his wings so they do not harm you again.” He releases her then, watching the blur of her outline against the backdrop of flames growing ever higher around them. It would be easiest to devour Wolfbane’s throat but he heeds the Loessian queen’s words despite his better judgment. Ghaul rushes forward for Wolfbane and ducks right, sinking his teeth into his brilliant white wing as he begins to thrash. Without the cursed stallion’s healing to aid him, the limb comes loose with a pop. Ghaul plants his left talon against Bane’s ribs and pushes off from him to free the wing completely. But he must live, sadly, and so the monster king breathes a plume of fire to cauterize the remaining stump. He tosses his head and flings the limp wing into the fires. It would have made a handsome trophy in his nest, but he has no time for souvenirs. “Finish him!” he commands her, baring his teeth. RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Eyas - 09-09-2020 I've got you deep in the heart of me -So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me- EYAS This substitutes a Bane reply. You can imagine he's all "ouch, pain, noooo" while being charred and stuff. RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Santana - 09-09-2020 The air was chokingly hot, wavering along the lines of every solid line. Soon it would be too much for the equids who were not born to survive it, and might grow uncomfortable even for those who were. More reptile than horse now, Santana had fallen quickly once the twisted creature who'd set the blaze had aimed his track of light at the descending drake. Tana had spun away far enough to avoid a face full of the hot beam, but it had struck him between shoulder and wing in a glancing slice. Just as well that he was already landing. Hackles rose when the grim thing darted to Lepis' side, hissed words into her ears and spun away again to maim the weakened Wolfbane. This was Eyas family being burned. Her tormented kin, destroying each other in the furnace that was once a home to many. The pale dragon arched to the instigator, the draconic stallion who seemed able to see perfectly well despite his disfigurement. One heavy clawed forleg swept out to bat at the scaly man's side, maw opened in a crocodile grin. "You've done your part, and more from the looks of things." The words rumbled out, blending with crackle of fire in their ears. "Now stand down, Beast. This is his family's business, not yours." One ear twisted backward. A tone he recognized flit through the air. Eyas, he was sure, but would not take his eyes from the Burner to confirm. He hoped it was her, and that some margin of misery could be spared for this family that had experienced so much of it already. RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Lepis - 09-10-2020 l e p i s gave me the blues and then purple pink skies There are stars over Loess now. They turn into embers when Ghaul catches her, the sense knocked out of her by Wolfbane’s wing blow return by the uncomfortable pushed abruptly back in. She coughs, chokes, struggles to catch her breath, and by the time she can see from her smoke-filled eyes, the scene in front of her is very different. Only a few seconds have passed, yet the world seems different. Wolfbane lays bleeding on the earth, a burn-red stump on his side rather than a white wing. Eyas – her Eyas? – is lunging toward them and Gale – her Gale? No an older Gale – stands in flared-wing support beside the white dragon, a living barrier between her family and the fire. Wolfbane is only a single stride away. She could leap, now, and finish this. A second leap will carry her into the fire, and with her the Curse. Two jumps, and the world will be safe. That is a certainty. What Eyas offers is a chance, and Lepis’ blue eyes meet her daughter’s black ones. Lepis had taught their children to trust in sure things. It was their father who’d encouraged them to strive for the impossible, who’d taught them to hope. [Do it] She says without words to Eyas, her voice too hoarse from coughing to make a sound. [Do it now] It seems Wolfbane had taught Lepis to hope as well. RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - Tarian - 09-10-2020 The smoke in the air makes it hard to see (and even harder to breathe) but the silver stallion retains enough control that sets this expression into stone. A strong set of angles and planes that turns Tarian's face into marble, like some classical sculpture that the ancient Greeks or Romans might have praised. When he moves in defense of Lepis, it seems as if the whole world implodes in on them. Though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength ooc: last post from Tarian kahzie, let me know if i need to change anything <3 RE: And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis / - elio - 09-14-2020 elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight elio just popping in. he's not really doing anything other than crying lmao |