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waiting for the hint of a spark, any - basilica - 04-04-2021
The bleeding had stopped eventually, as if the dream thing had willed it to. The flesh had stitched itself back together and she had made herself whole again. The fever had broken and the physical pain of it had subsided. The stars had remained tangled in her hair, though. Whether the dream thing had left or she had left him, she was not sure. But the river was somewhere far away and her thoughts were no longer muddy. The air around her glowed lilac as she moved through the darkness, throwing her features into stark relief. Could she find the dream thing again if she looked hard enough? Or would that end in disappointment the same way her only other friendship had ended, too? The cursed heart in her chest twinges with the memory (not distant enough not to hurt yet) as she makes her way through the thick underbrush of the forest. There is some small, distant part of her that longs for the fever, the bliss of delirium. Things had hurt less when she’d believed them a dream. Even as she’d dripped blood into the turbulent river, aching. There had been no loneliness, no bitterness, no fear. She peers into the darkness, remembering the sharp sting of agony that had torn through her some days before as the shadows had sunk their teeth into her flesh. The heart beats frantic in her chest as she quickens her pace, hurrying, until panic seizes her and she begins to run. And she runs until she collides with something solid. @[The Monsters] please mess with her stars! RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - Random Event - 04-05-2021 @[basilica] your stars have mutated into flowers RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - Ciri - 04-05-2021 Ciri Once she had known this forest like the back of her hand. Now it's foreign to her, muted rustling of ferns and limbs, whispers that make her skin crawl, divots and and twisted roots that threaten to sprain a fetlock. And that never-ending darkness that seems even more oppressive here then it had been in Hyaline. She’s still trying to work out a plan, trying to figure out what she wants to do now. The only obvious answer is seeking out a way to get her missing stars back. Beqanna is more dangerous than ever and she feels the absence of her star aura as a pressing weight within her, one that spreads larger every day. It’s been a part of her for so long that she had never thought it could one day just disappear. What’s more troubling is the lack of stars in the sky itself. Even before she had even known about her power, she had always at least had her connection with the stars above, could at least see them and be soothed by the things they infiltrated in her dreams. Now all was silent. Now her dreams only consisted of her past failures and domination of the eclipse, that blackness seeming too seep into everyone and everything. Obviously it’s connected, the way the sun refuses to rise, the way the night is smudged with unnatural dark clouds, the lack of light in general. What she can’t figure out is how to fix it, what she can even do about it. all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was @[basilica] (I know they mutated but figured I'd catch them before they do =D ) RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - basilica - 04-10-2021
She staggers, struggles to regain her footing in the darkness. The impact arrests the air in her chest and she drags in a great, heaving gasp as the sharp, warning sound tears through the silence. She cannot retreat quickly enough, though the snapping teeth find no purchase on the great plains of her flesh and they are plunged back into that oppressive silence as she struggles to catch her breath enough to blurt out an apology. “I’m sorry,” she gasps, though it does not seem to be an apology the dark mare is after. Still, Basilica cowers, swallowing a grimace. Guilt pulses through her, radiating outward from that cursed heart in that cursed cage. How desperately she wants to reach out, to touch the mare, to undo whatever damage she has done. But she is wary of the snapping teeth, the wide, silver eyes trained on her through the swath of darkness that separates them, the single syllable that drips out of the mare’s mouth sounding like an accusation. Hers? Basilica tears her gaze away from the dark mare to study the stars that gather around her. And she feels that same sudden rush of fondness for the dream thing that had given them to her. Orville. How he had found her at the edge of the river and pulled her up and out of the depths, draped her so delicately in these stars. Despite the hammering in her chest, she smiles. It is small, uncertain, hardly there at all. “They were a gift,” she murmurs, soft, as if this might explain it. And the stars wink in agreement, pleased. And then they are gone, too and both mares are left without their stars. (And Basilica is too distraught to notice that the stars have been replaced by flowers. “Oh,” she cries, turning in a quick circle, “oh, where have they gone?” @[Ciri] might be fun if the sun comes back in this thread and they both get their stars back! RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - Ciri - 04-10-2021 Ciri An apology comes gasping from the mare’s lips and she instantly regrets being so snappy, even if she had collided into her. Ciri can see the whites of her eyes even in the darkness, can smell the sharp sting of sweat and fear, hear the heavy breathing as she tries to catch her breath. Cowering from her. ”It’s ok.” She finally responds, released with a sigh and her gaze still pinned to the stars that dance around her tauntingly. Quietly the girl explains how she had gotten her stars but it still doesn’t answer her question. She doesn’t understand if she’s being punished in some way or perhaps something had gone wrong when she had been transported back into this place. Perhaps her stars were lost forever. Perhaps they had turned their back on her once and for all. all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was @[basilica] Dang I already wrote up her stars returning in a starter thread but I'm down to bring the light back here, she can't use star aura until it's night anyways so maybe seeing Basilica's stars again gives her hope till that point RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - basilica - 04-20-2021
The mare softens and the guilt and shame that had polluted Basilica’s bloodstream begins to dissipate, scattered by the dark mare’s reassurance. Basilica almost manages a stilted smile, her lilac eyes uncertain as the taut muscles begin to unravel and she begins to relax. But the peace does not last long before her stars wink out and panic seizes her again. And she thinks of her dream thing and how he’d given her the stars and how she must get them back. Orville. Orville. The stars do not mean as much to Basilica as they do to this mare. She was not born with them, they were not born with her. Basilica has never belonged to the sky and the sky has never belonged to her. But they had been a gift from her dream thing and she cannot afford to lose them and her panic threatens to choke her as she searches the darkness for any sign of them. But they’re gone, just like the dark mare’s stars are gone, and her heart pounds relentlessly in the narrow space at the base of her throat. She is so distracted by her worry that she does not hear the rustle in the nearby bushes until the mare speaks and she abruptly stills, turning to face the source of the noise. The dark mare has wedged herself between Basilica and the sound and Basilica feels a sudden rush of fondness for this stranger. She may look like a soft thing, Basilica, but she had spent hours bleeding at the edge of the river after a monster had dipped its greedy fingers into her flesh and feasted on whatever it found. She shakes her head gently and takes a step toward the sound until the two of them are standing shoulder-to-shoulder. She draws in a long breath, steeling herself. A sense of calm washes over her because she is not afraid of this, not anymore. (Not the same way she had been afraid of never finding the stars that she had lost so suddenly.) “I won’t leave you,” she says and then sets her jaw. She is not all that brave, Basilica, but she is kind. @[Ciri] no sweat!!! they can either have one last showdown with a monster or be saved by the sun!! up to you!! (: RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - Ciri - 04-25-2021 Ciri Ciri had once looked like a soft thing too. Although the elders of the Falls and even her own mother often spoke of her being an old soul and unusually perceptive and calm for a child (of the strangeness of her swirling silver orbs and the piercing of her gaze as if she could see right through you), she had been quiet and gentle for most of her childhood. It was her desire to protect others, her life as a wandering gypsy type, and the reality of life that had finally hardened and sharpened those soft edges. Becoming a fighter had just happened and she took to it like a fish to water. But even with her experience, without the power of her stars, she knows she’s grossly outmatched here. all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was @[basilica] How about both lol <3 RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - basilica - 05-18-2021
She inherited the heart from her father, Basilica, a strong heart, this thing that refused to let them die. It is this heart that has him stood beside this stranger she’d recoiled from only moments before, each of them now ready to sacrifice their life for the other. It is this heart that now beats wildly in the cage of her chest, the pulse resonating in her throat, the base of her skull. It is not fear but adrenaline, anticipation. She had been unprepared the last time she’d encountered one of them, caught unaware. She will be ready this time. Even more than that, she will not be alone. She will fight alongside a friend and the thought makes that strong heart twinge fiercely. And then the shadow thing comes crashing out of the darkness and she feels the mare beside her move. Basilica grits her teeth and lunges, throws herself headlong into the fray. But the thing evades her somehow and her breath catches violently as she stops short, searching for it through the crushing black. And then - And then there is such a deafening sound that she thinks the thing has come for her. Light erupts behind her eyes (or so she thinks) and she wonders if this is what it feels like to die. Until she realizes that the light has not come from behind her eyes at all but from the sky instead and the thing has gone with the sun’s violent return. She grimaces against the blinding glow, pain searing through her head as she struggles to locate the mare. They are alone here and the mare is bleeding. Chest heaving, eyes burning, Basilica goes to her. “I’m okay,” she assures the mare, so distracted by the state of her companion’s chest that she has not noticed the return of her own stars. “You’re bleeding,” she says, rushed, and reaches out to press her muzzle against the mare’s chest. She closes her eyes, relaxing into the magic that flows from her touch into Ciri’s wound, trembling faintly with the effort it takes to heal her. @[Ciri] let me know if you don't want ciri healed and i can tweak the end lol RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - Ciri - 05-21-2021 Ciri “You’re bleeding.” The black stars in her eyes are starting to fade as she feels the soft touch of Basilica against her chest. Still wincing against the brightness of the Sun’s return, she pries her eyelids open and looks to see what she is doing. The gash across her chest throbs with the sudden pressure from her muzzle and Ciri grits her teeth in response, thinking this was just another nasty scar to add to the collection. all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was @[basilica] We appreciate the healing =D RE: waiting for the hint of a spark, any - basilica - 06-04-2021
She remembers. Remembers standing by the river, bleeding. How the heart had not let the bleeding stop, how the healing had not let her die. How the dream thing had begged her to rest. It is the heart now that keeps the effort of healing her companion from exhausting her completely. (The heart is such a strange thing. It grants her both tremendous strength and devastating weakness.) It does not embarrass her to touch the mare, Basilica. No, she is a kind thing. An affectionate thing. Built for curling herself around others, just like her mother. It had not even occurred to her to ask permission before she’d reached for Ciri. Had not occurred to her to think that there were those who did not want to be helped. But the dark mare does not recoil, no. She does not gnash her teeth as Basilica focuses all of her energy into stitching the skin back together. Ciri’s thanks does not fall on deaf ears but the most Basilica can offer in response is a slanted smile -- she cannot give more than this when it had been automatic, second nature. The dark mare had been willing to give up her life for her, it is the least she can do to repay her. But Basilica’s brow furrows in confusion with the mention of flowers and she turns to glance at her tail, her heart lurching at the sight of the blooms tangled there. “Thank you,” she muses, though there is a note of questioning in her tone. (Is this the dream thing’s doing? Had he taken the stars only to replace them with the flowers? Is this merely a continuation of the dream?) With her heart beating something sideways, she draws her attention back to Ciri, the smooth flesh of her chest, the scars adoring the rest of her and offers a slanted smile. “Life has not been kind to you?” she asks gently, convinced now that she is still lost in a dream. @[Ciri] |