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baby, kiss it better; pangeans - yadigar - 09-10-2020 YADIGAR there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got. “We better!” Virgil calls to his elder sister as he laughs over his shoulder. He slips through the trees, letting them melt right through him with the gift Craft and Anatomy gave him. Above them, Yadigar looks so small as he glides over the towering pines of Taiga. It takes everything the angelic boy has to keep up while also looking back to be sure Asphyxea doesn’t get left behind. Of all their siblings, he finds that she is the most like him in many ways. Yadigar lands ahead of them and uses his momentum to ease into a gallop. His talons tear up clumps of dirt and grasses that make it rather easy for his siblings and any other Pangeans to track him. But his attention lies solely on the world around him, how awful every inch of this earth feels. The sea of cold blues and greens must turn to reds and whites, he thinks. And so he exhales a brilliant, billowing flame that does exactly that. His brother gives a cry of excitement as he veers left to mimic the destruction. Being younger, however, his flame is only half as magnificent as the crowned prince. Still, he is delighted to see the grasses sway in the wind as they pass the flame on to the other greenery. Virgil turns to Phyx with a grin. Yadigar does not pause to admire their work. He continues on with his tail thrashing angrily behind him, snarling between every sweeping breath of fire. “Phyx stay close to me, okay? I don’t wanna get lost,” Virgil says, still giggling as he continues torching the northern territory. He wouldn’t get lost, of course, but he prefers the safety of her guidance while Gar seems to have lost himself to the ravenous need to destroy Nerine. He briefly wonders if he could nudge his elder brother over the cliff and make it look like an accident. Just another loss for the noble cause. RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - Brennen - 09-11-2020 He’s tired. He cannot be magic and mortal, and he has long since slipped onto the magic side. It’s the sort of tired where you’ve bypassed tired, actually, and you’re in some other realm of exhaustion where dreams and reality cease to be two discernable entities. For Brennen, now, the reality is that he’s basically given himself up to the magic. He’s not aware of the outside world at all – he no longer feels the icy water against his skin or the bite of the bitter wind. He could no more defend his physical body than a fish could defend itself on land. He is soaked, and the winter cold has turned the water to ice on his coat, in his mane and tail, layers and layers over the months he’s been motionless in the surf. As a result, there is no longer a bay stallion in the waters of Nerine but a vaguely horse-shaped ice statue, under which everyone assumes Brennen still stands. It glitters in the sunlight and gleams in the moonlight, and when the days are overcast, it is simply an eerie reminder of the precipice of uncertainty upon which they all find themselves balanced. Can he maintain it forever? They will not know until he is challenged. It seems he is more magic than man, now, so the better question might be can he ever recover? The voice of the witch is a whisper at first in his mind, but the insistent tug of his net at the Taiga border draws his attention and irritated, he turns his magic “eyes” towards the dissonance, feeling the intentions of the gathered Pangeans, “seeing” them simply as life signatures in varying colors and intensities. As the blood flows from the one, oozing towards the border, it freezes everywhere it touches the invisible line, frosting to a lurid pink that pools in frozen streams. But it keeps coming, and he imagines the metallic taste of it in disgust, recoiling from the oily dark blood magic that goes against all of his own principles. The trees tower above even his magic self; their magic is not the same as is, it is turned inward with incredible peace that Brennen almost loses himself in for a moment. It’s cool and green, but even that green is incredibly warm compared to the blue and white of his own magic, flooding now into his every vein and artery as if he has never been a red-blooded creature. It’s seductive and he has to draw himself away with great effort, caressing the tall proud trees with a shiver of bottomless regret. He is not going to save them. But their magic will preserve their essence, and some day they will grow tall here again. The fire will cleanse this forest as fire naturally does; it will bring new life here. Perhaps another magician, one whose blood runs green rather than blue, will help them along. Brennen “reaches” out for the sign of lifeforms, and if they are in danger they cannot deal with themselves, and they are willing, they are absorbed in the cool touch of the ocean and whisked away to Nerine. Those who are not in danger or unwilling to go he leaves behind, with the same idle feeling of regret he leaves to the trees. When the evacuation is complete, Brennen simply…. lets go of Taiga. His magic recedes like the tide, and the cool net of protection gives way to the heat and fury of @[Maleficar]’s feral minions, their fire sweeping across the redwood to be dealt with by someone else. That magic must go somewhere, it cannot simply cease to exist, so it flows with a rush of power back into the shields still in place around Icicle Isle, Nerine, and the Pampas. Ripples flow from the Brennen-statue out into the water, and the ground trembles for some area around his feet. Fleetingly, he reaches for @[Neverwhere]’s mind, and from her gaining the knowledge to connect as well to @[Leilan]. There are no words – magic does not speak, after all, and the words Brennen has always been so adept at are frozen inside his physical body. But magic has eyes, and images, and feelings; he shows them Taiga, Maleficar, the young creatures rushing towards Nerine, the fire that comes from them and spreads to the ancient redwoods. He leaves them with a sense of urgency, his deep sorrow at the fate of the forest, his fury at the attack of the witch. A part of him that knows that there is an existence outside of the magic hopes they can make sense of the images from the perspective of magic and the overwhelming feelings of a magician who has lost all ability to filter his feelings through society’s social graces. He regrets giving up Taiga, but strategically he knew it must be done. The dragon-children with @[yadigar] burn their way across Taiga towards Nerine, but the backwash of magic brings them up short. Their fire doesn’t touch the cool green meadow on the hill underneath the crisp white of the frost and snow; it wouldn’t harm the water or the cliffs anyway, but he doesn’t allow even the smallest of stray scorch marks. The physical barrier holds for now; they cannot enter with the magics that have been worked so far on their behalf. Maleficar will need a much bigger sacrifice. Or other magicians who can face off against the bay warrior without his limitations; magicians willing to shed their physical limitations as he has and meet him magic-for-magic. The magician sends another tremor along his connection to Neverwhere and Leilan – a harsh note of warning, a heartbeat of uncertainty. The slightest caress of affection. In this fashion he could hold forever against the fire, against the dragon-children who need to be reined in before they burn down the world. He is tempted to swat them from the sky; he has seen nothing in his life from the dragonborn except mindless destruction stemmed from unbearable arrogance and lack of self-control. But he can’t hold forever against other magicians, so if they dragonborn have brought friends, Brennen will eventually fall. This is not the danger he was recruited to stand against, but he will stand for as long as he can. (ooc: since brennen isn't really "here", I'm cross-posting this in several relevant places). RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - Eurwen - 09-11-2020 The secret of walking on water is knowing where the rocks lie Eurwen A rose-gold flash might have been seen, but then Fechín is gone to warn her family. She runs as fast as the almost-3-year-old has never run before, and just when she arrives to find her mother and sister, a shockwave pulls through her bones in a magical, slightly disturbing way. No images follow for either Fechín or Eurwen, though - but the story the teenage mare has to tell reveals enough, especially when Eurwen pays attention to what is going on on Nerine’s stone surfaces. Fechín calls a warning to her sister and father, as they move towards the more rocky planes in the north, and runs back south amidst the chaos that begins to erupt. Idk how many/ who are coming north but basically a very strong northern wind is currently blowing north to south and it’s probably very cold because it hails from the north seas/isle. It will run it’s course and then die out because she has no control over it after creation. Fire won’t spread to the northern parts of Nerine super easily that way, esp. since Brennen is also dousing any fire that is not on pine trees, but yes this means more smoke and fire towards Taiga as well (yay). Looking to the Nerine map, a stone wall separates north and south Nerine basically at half height, about where the forest in the west is. Eurwen will not respond further as she basically whipped up a hurricane-like force and did some massive rock things, so her magic is spent and she has buried herself so she won’t burn alive (or in her comatose state). Idk yet what happens to her next. RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - Straia - 09-11-2020 is this the end of everything? STRAIA or is it just a new way to bleed? She comes, not for Ghaul of course, because she has never served anyone but herself. She comes, as she does everything, with her own agenda. It just so happens that to aid Ghaul, may perhaps, aid her own cause, though in the end she would act of her own volition as she always does. Loess is left to Ghaul, who needs little help and besides, she has a soft spot for Loess. In truth, she wants Taiga, for it is the closest thing to home that she has seen in this wretched new version of Beqanna, but she will let it be destroyed for now. Perhaps it can be reborn anew in a better way, shaped and molded beneath ancient hooves that remember what Beqanna is capable of being. Or perhaps something altogether different will occur. Regardless, if she ends up playing with her magic for a time for no other reason, it is enough. She arrives on the border of Nerine, where Brennen’s magic - stretched far too thin, mind you - attempts to keep them out. There’s a gust of wind and she can feel some other activity in the distance. It would be easy to rip their magic away from them. She can feel the tendrils of it, can imagine the satisfaction of watching it all be taken away. They rely so heavily on magic that none of them truly know where real power comes from. Straia, on the other hand, has not always been like this, but she has always been powerful. ”@[Brennen],” she coos, voice like a long lost lover, though there’s something dark and wicked at its edges. ”Why do you hide behind your magic, protecting lands that are nothing compared to what they could be? You are as ancient as I am...or perhaps even more so.” She cocks her head slightly, trying to place together the timeline though the difference doesn’t matter anymore. ”You remember Beqanna as it once was. Such a beautiful thing, alive and vibrant. This Beqanna is a shell of her former self. I wish only to restore that which we have lost.” She could wait for an answer, and she does in a way. The fire starts small, just a small bonfire that rages against his magic. If he is more magic than mortal now, she will simply burn up the substance of him. It’s not much, to start. Just enough to get his attention. If he does not relent (she doubts he will for those who call themselves good never do, to their own downfall), the fire will grow. It will spread, eating away at the magic that already consumes him, until it burns up whatever is left. Or at least, that is the goal, one she thinks she can likely accomplish. He is spread too thin, whereas she is not. Straia is attempting to burn Brennen/his magical barrier. But also she's totally not loyal to anyone but herself so feel free to try and strike a bargain with her... RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - Beryl - 09-11-2020 Image by Kharthian @[Straia] RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - Anaxarete - 09-11-2020
tl;dr: ana says lets burn new bq down because it sucks. uses shadows to try to block other shadow users (beryl) from dousing fire. throws shadows at barrier in attempt to help straia burn it dowwwwn. RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - breach - 09-11-2020 BREACH I want to swim until we both begin to feel the weightlessness sink in Breach showed up as a hawk and got beat up by the winds. Landed and shifted into a rhino and charged around for a bit if you want to get by that. She overheard Beryl talk shit so she turned into a tiger and is currently trying to find out how quickly actual magic can kill a cat. RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - Amarine - 09-11-2020 Tornados from a butterfly's wing Ama discovers her home being attacked and sendsa rippling wave of Panic throughout the field. The closer to her you are, the stronger the effect, and vice versa. RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - asphyxea - 09-11-2020 asphyxea i've been around this world and now everything's a bore Chaos comes when the dragonborn call.i don't know that much, but i know about keeping score They dance and they waltz, proudly arrogant creatures full of overestimated magic and fire. Phyx is not immune to her own wiles, finding herself intoxicated by the heat bubbling in her throat. Drunken and uninhibited, she flashes out another wave of fire, this one strong enough to match her brother's spitting from ahead. Yadigar is . . . the princess begins to think, briefly frowning up at the sky, wondering why he suddenly feels so strange; but the thought is quickly cut off by Virgil veering to the left, and that nagging protective instinct kicks in. Phyx turns to follow her younger sibling, occasionally flitting suspicious eyes to the sky to see if Yadigar has taken flight again. As much as the adrenaline in her veins is shouting for her to enjoy this, she cannot shake the strange stirring Maleficar's magic has caused in her gut. Yadigar is . . . Phyx begins once again, but quickly shakes the thought away. Yadigar is capable of taking care of himself. "Virgil!" Phyx calls ahead, as her thoughts and her observations have caused her to falter a few behind her eager brother. She sets fire to the pine needles to her right as she catches up to him, a sickly sweet smell sweltering in her nostrils. "Let's find something for fun to set on fire, then!" she answers him with a nod, her own violent promise to keep him safe. He is of her blood and her bone, her only loyalty - but that doesn't mean she won't seek out further danger. The princess comes to a skittering halt, though, when a wave of panic washes over her. Glittering teal eyes flit angrily from shadow to shadow as her talons dig furiously into the damp Taigan soil. The Nerinian border is just ahead, and as a supremely calm and calculated creature, Phyx knows that what she is feeling is not natural - and that its waves grow more powerful the closer she gets to Nerine. "Virgil!" Phyx cries again, this time unable to mask the magic's panic now coloring her voice. The dragonmare forces all of her thoughts to collect, to steer her panic into power, to ride the wave of adrenaline even if it will make her crash. Everything scatters: her thoughts, her actions, the scenery before her now diamonds and starlight. Only one thing is clear: don't let her brother lose his head. Phyx bursts into a sudden gallop, brushing shoulders with her brother to steer him toward a sudden flash of fire. She hardly notices there was once a wall where the flames now burn, instead dipping her head and flattening her ears to rush headlong into Nerine. Control barely exists for her now: she can only think to find the magician that has ripped her cool mind from her tightly knitted talons. A screech, feral and desperate, peals from the very depths of Asphyxea's throat. Fire follows suit, the biggest burst of fire the princess has ever managed to spit. She grins now, eyes wild with frantic fear and fury. "Panic maker!" she screams, pressing forward, wide eyes searching. Her mouth opens wide to reveal glittering dragon teeth soon to be covered by more licking flames. The panic pulses and warps, but Phyx presses further as its effects grow stronger. She has nearly forgotten Virgil, and a stray thought hopes that he is following her. It is Amarine that she finds, though she cannot be certain she is the magician - so deeply entrenched in her panic and roaring ears, though, Phyx does not care. She flies toward the bejeweled mare, mouth open and talons digging angrily into the earth. and if there's one thing i know for sure, it'd be a long cold day in hell when i take you back tldr; phyx is w/ virgil while mildly afraid for gar. she feels the panic as they reach nerine and is so angry abt that she rushes forward through a burned part of the wall and nearly forgets virgil. hopefully her brother is following her but now she is too close to the panic and is trying to eat amarine. RE: baby, kiss it better; pangeans - spirit - 09-11-2020 SPIRIT you set on me but you are not the sun Risk had done his best to put his foot down for once by telling his children they could not go north. But Breach was entirely her mother’s child and she left despite his pleas to simply remain in Hyaline where it was safe. Spirit had lingered a while longer as he promised their father that they would be careful, that he would watch over her. It pained him to see the worried look in his father’s tired eyes when he finally nodded. Naturally, he remained by Sochi’s side as he had for weeks now while Spirit set off after his sister. He flies as an albatross, gliding on ocean winds rather than making a bee-line right for Nerine. Arriving directly with the others was entirely unlike him, after all. But as he draws closer to the territory, he can see waves of opposing magic clashing against one another like rival tsunamis. Fire meets the wall and shadows lap at the barrier eagerly. A sudden gust startles Spirit and he realizes he must land quickly or be tossed southward. He tucks his long wings as he begins a descent far faster than he might’ve liked. Thankfully, he spots a forming hole in the burning wall that is a little larger than this body. Spirit keeps his wings tight to his sides until the last moment, and then he releases this form. He lands roughly on four hooves with enough momentum still that he must stumble to a stop. Ahead, Breach charges at strangers in the body of a rhino, and he wonders why she seems so frantic. Amarine’s wave hits him then, with an urgency to protect her rising rapidly through him. “Breach! I’m coming!” he calls to her as he breaks into a run. When he arrives at her side, he has taken the form of an elephant, ears spread wide with magnificent tusks curling from his jaws. He touches his trunk to her shoulder, but they are each distracted by someone calling their mother’s name over the building fires. How could anyone tire of someone so monumental, he wonders? But Breach is already running at the stranger. He remains driven to protect her, and so he follows along close behind with his great head lowered to gore or sweep anyone who might try to harm his sister. Spirit reaches desperately into his core for that magic that has slumbered quietly within him. It does not come as naturally as the shifting, but it comes whenever it is called. “Just close your eyes and hold your breath. Reach down deep, to your lowest depth. Recall your shadows; don’t let them roam. Blacken your heart and destroy your home.” He keeps his bright green eyes trained on Beryl as he speaks, watching her closely while his heartbeat thunders in his ears. Spirit is an elephant with junk in his trunk, trying to use charmspeak to turn @[Beryl] against Nerine so that @[breach] will be safe. If you want his charm to affect your character too then that could be a thing for ~spicy trauma~ later but entirely up to you. |