[mature] Bacchanalia [EVERY & ALL - PARTY TIME]

[Nayl]

I am not afraid... I was born to do this.

A great party – a gathering – Ardashir had mentioned, but Nayl paid no mind. She mistrusted the idea of it and hesitated to even consider a venture. What others perceived as a great festival, the Iron Queen imagined a great imprisonment of nations.

No, she wouldn’t fall for such a trap.

So, she bided her time until the events would slowly roll into a lull. Nothing has reached her ears of tumultuous events, no violence or danger. Perhaps, it never came to fruition.

The trek to Sylva is long, but there had been no sense of urgency until Nayl drew in a breath closer to the wooded kingdom. It’s unconvincing at first when she notes subtle hints of Isobell and Tantalize. Another greedy lungful of air is drawn in, but their scents are still there and latch desperately to the soft pink lining of her nostrils. They are reason enough for her to gain momentum and to reach Sylva far sooner than she had intended.

What she’s met with, however, is far worse than she ever anticipated.

Flames lick the canopy and smoke billows through the small gaps to spread across the sky above. It’s daylight and yet the inferno blacks out the sun and turns Sylva to night. That isn’t enough to deter her. She pushes on, but takes pause only when Tantalize – weakened and stumbling, pressing to her lover in support – steps from the gloom with Offpsring at her side. Anger churns in her gut, but it isn’t at them. No, it’s at the wound on Tantalize’s back, the way she coughs and struggles to escape the burning kingdom, the way she inaudibly screams that she was held captive. Weeks had passed in which Nayl wondered where the mare was, but this gives her answer. ”What… the fuck,” she begins to say before her eyes find the burning crimson of Offspring’s. There is no need to speak, to tell him to rescue her from this place, because she can see that is already his primary mission.

Nayl doesn’t turn to join them. Her anger is surfacing, her eyes hooded. Underneath their feet, snake-like tendrils writhe and slither. Rage and adrenaline are her power sources as the magic seeps from her body into something far larger and stronger. The ground trembles and comes to life for a moment then silence. No one is certain how long the eerie quiet lasts; it’s an eternity filled with an undying anticipation.

Then the earth cracks and roars, splitting at the seams with vengeance. No one - no one - will ever again harness one of the sisterhood and think lightly of it. Never will their strength be doubted again.

What breaks from the earth is a creature never before seen by those in Beqanna. Its roar trembles their bones and its footsteps are earthquakes underneath them, its body comprised of boulders and granite. It climbs from the chasm in the earth that split, its fists slamming down to quake the surrounding trees. Nayl allows tendrils of life to leak into this monster of rock. It rises to its feet and towers just shy of the trees heights surrounding them. It’s unfazed by the black smoke still billowing and the flames eating away the trees. It swings, stomps, kicks, roars. Hands reach for the trees and rocks, ripping them from the ground and hurling them toward the masses of horses scattered below. It doesn’t stop, fed by the fury that pulses through Nayl’s veins. The rock behemoth, spurred to life by the Nerinian Queen, brings more destruction to this quaint forest, complementing what has already burned by Offspring’s inferno.

Together, the rulers of Tephra and Nerine conclude the barbaric festival and wreak havoc on the wraith’s home, taking back what is theirs.

When Nayl eventually takes her leave, the mayhem is a smoky blur behind her. A final roar emits from the maw of the granite monster before it crumbles into a pile of lifeless boulders, no longer fueled by its master. A smug grin tugs at the corners of her mouth before Nayl melts into the dark clouds of smoke and returns home to Nerine, glancing back only once to see if Isobell will follow or depart elsewhere.

queen of nerine
daughter of covet & myrina

Feel free to have your ponies injured by Offy and/or Nayl, or not. Totally up to ya'll They decided to completely destroy part of Sylva out of anger and so they can rescue Tantalize