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When the ringing in her ears fades, Warlight assumes she in on the shore of Hyaline's lake. Moisture still darkens her coffee-and-cream coat, and the sound of moving water is a gentle wake-up call. But the current here is too swift, too wild, to be the quiet lake-shore of her childhood. She doesn't have to look around to know this is somewhere else.
But she does open them, and she stands. Her eyes, the blackest of blues, cut swiftly across the group of fighters she shares the riverbank with before being drawn to the grey mare and her strange magic. She follows the woman's gaze, tracking the bobbing branch as it rides the current towards a deadly drop. It reaches the lip of the falls with unsettling speed, then vanishes as Warlight absorbs the information they are all given. No living creature could survive such a fall.
But she was already dead.
For the first time, she strains to see the other side of the great river and her partner for this life-changing challenge. When she sees him, a chill passes through her body that could only be rivaled by the one she felt as her soul crossed into the afterlife.
Her mouth is dry as their eyes lock, and their expressions couldn't be more different. Shock is easy to read on her gaunt face, a face that looks much older than four years of life should have made it, whereas he is daring her forward with a mischevious grin.
"You shouldn't be here," she finally calls across the river, hoping this is some magician's trick. But she won't take any chances with her brother's life. There was no way to know, and right now, Rhea, real or imagined, is stepping forward into the violent current of the mighty river.
Brave and foolish, just like her.
"No," she commands, not sparing time to soften her words with kindness. "You stay there. I'll come to you."
The bone-crowned girl had always preferred action to words anyway. Nikkai's instructions had been loud and clear, and this was how Will would save her baby brother.
Her muscles bunch and then expand as she launches her thin frame into the river. She had fought too many battles in the afterlife to feel fear now, died too many times in these battles to risk hesitation.
She was crossing the river, so she may as well do it now.
She had nothing left to lose.
Her body strikes the water, and she is immediately dragged under, spinning like a leaf on the wind and traveling with terrifying speed towards the waterfall. The river fills her mouth, her ears, her mind, roaring and driving away all thoughts. But suddenly her momentum is checked, and pain is all she can think of as the current slams her into a submerged boulder. Her consciousness flickers as she notices, with detachment, the way the water feels as it weaves between her teeth, below her tongue, and down her throat.
If this were life, she would be dead. But she knows the rules here, and there are few.
The current pins her against a cavity in the boulder and she opens her eyes, unsure of which way to go but unwilling to risk facing the current head on to peak above the surface. For a moment, she waits. She uses the seconds to regain her bearings, when she notices the thin blue light radiating from her chest. No, she realizes, it wasn't coming from her. It was reaching for her. It was her lifeline and her way home.
'Smartass,' she thinks, as her lips crack to form a smile, and she feels a flush of renewed determination as she realized what her brother had done.
Warlight works her way down the boulder, using its jagged surface until she finds the bottom of the river. She digs her hooves into the silt, using the stones and bones to gain purchase and following the thread of blue light.
He is close now, and the light is stronger, but Warlight's entire body is shaking from the physical and mental effort. Through the churning black-water, she can see his familiar shape silhouetted against the white-hot sun. But the river-bed is no longer jagged, changing into a long smooth slab of algae-covered stone. With nothing left to lose, she takes the thread of light between her teeth and pushes off the bottom of the river. Real or imagined, every muscle in her body strains against the current as she reaches for him, willing to give it all for this fading chance to bring them back to life.
</p> </div> <p class="warlight_quote">— soul as sweet as blood red jam —</p> </div> </center>
Permission given from Sid to play Rhae
When the ringing in her ears fades, Warlight assumes she in on the shore of Hyaline's lake. Moisture still darkens her coffee-and-cream coat, and the sound of moving water is a gentle wake-up call. But the current here is too swift, too wild, to be the quiet lake-shore of her childhood. She doesn't have to look around to know this is somewhere else.
But she does open them, and she stands. Her eyes, the blackest of blues, cut swiftly across the group of fighters she shares the riverbank with before being drawn to the grey mare and her strange magic. She follows the woman's gaze, tracking the bobbing branch as it rides the current towards a deadly drop. It reaches the lip of the falls with unsettling speed, then vanishes as Warlight absorbs the information they are all given. No living creature could survive such a fall.
But she was already dead.
For the first time, she strains to see the other side of the great river and her partner for this life-changing challenge. When she sees him, a chill passes through her body that could only be rivaled by the one she felt as her soul crossed into the afterlife.
Her mouth is dry as their eyes lock, and their expressions couldn't be more different. Shock is easy to read on her gaunt face, a face that looks much older than four years of life should have made it, whereas he is daring her forward with a mischevious grin.
"You shouldn't be here," she finally calls across the river, hoping this is some magician's trick. But she won't take any chances with her brother's life. There was no way to know, and right now, Rhea, real or imagined, is stepping forward into the violent current of the mighty river.
Brave and foolish, just like her.
"No," she commands, not sparing time to soften her words with kindness. "You stay there. I'll come to you."
The bone-crowned girl had always preferred action to words anyway. Nikkai's instructions had been loud and clear, and this was how Will would save her baby brother.
Her muscles bunch and then expand as she launches her thin frame into the river. She had fought too many battles in the afterlife to feel fear now, died too many times in these battles to risk hesitation.
She was crossing the river, so she may as well do it now.
She had nothing left to lose.
Her body strikes the water, and she is immediately dragged under, spinning like a leaf on the wind and traveling with terrifying speed towards the waterfall. The river fills her mouth, her ears, her mind, roaring and driving away all thoughts. But suddenly her momentum is checked, and pain is all she can think of as the current slams her into a submerged boulder. Her consciousness flickers as she notices, with detachment, the way the water feels as it weaves between her teeth, below her tongue, and down her throat.
If this were life, she would be dead. But she knows the rules here, and there are few.
The current pins her against a cavity in the boulder and she opens her eyes, unsure of which way to go but unwilling to risk facing the current head on to peak above the surface. For a moment, she waits. She uses the seconds to regain her bearings, when she notices the thin blue light radiating from her chest. No, she realizes, it wasn't coming from her. It was reaching for her. It was her lifeline and her way home.
'Smartass,' she thinks, as her lips crack to form a smile, and she feels a flush of renewed determination as she realized what her brother had done.
Warlight works her way down the boulder, using its jagged surface until she finds the bottom of the river. She digs her hooves into the silt, using the stones and bones to gain purchase and following the thread of blue light.
He is close now, and the light is stronger, but Warlight's entire body is shaking from the physical and mental effort. Through the churning black-water, she can see his familiar shape silhouetted against the white-hot sun. But the river-bed is no longer jagged, changing into a long smooth slab of algae-covered stone. With nothing left to lose, she takes the thread of light between her teeth and pushes off the bottom of the river. Real or imagined, every muscle in her body strains against the current as she reaches for him, willing to give it all for this fading chance to bring them back to life.
</p> </div> <p class="warlight_quote">— soul as sweet as blood red jam —</p> </div> </center>
Permission given from Sid to play Rhae