09-11-2020, 10:10 AM
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.
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...
