Eternal
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autumn, year 3
Eternal's Ice Age continues.

Thick ice and continuously falling snow blanket the entirety of Eternal, brought upon by Noc's wrath. Shelter is scarce, and food even scarcer. There is no climate or biome that was lucky enough to find themselves safe from the beginnings of the Ice Age and so the residents of Eternal must don their primal survival instincts and to just that ─ survive. Ice blockages have grown supernaturally between the islands, blocking Sunsteppe from Sol and Eventide from Noc, effectively trapping each islander on whichever island they currently stand. The Dragonfrost and dusk leopards from Gleamleaf and greater boreus deer from Mountainfade have seeped into all of Noc, Eventide's spectors and Sunsteppe's sculptors have overrun the central island, and the wolves, Ice Piskys, and Creeping Thistle have invaded all of Sol.
OOC announcements
10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 What?! An October raffle?!?!

9.22.18 Be sure to check out our gorgeous new map, complete with clickable links to your favorite territories!

8.4.18 Welcome to Winter, as Year 2 draws to a close! OTY Nominations will be up in a day or two ─ while we wait, please check out the Movie Night survey that was linked in our Discord!

7.28.18: Congratulations to the newest members of our team, our moderators Berb and Witty! Thank you so much to everyone who applied - we appreciate every single one of you.

7.24.18: The staff of Eternal are looking for their first MODERATOR! If you'd like to become a part of our team, click here to apply!

7.14.18 Round Two of the To Lands of Old Quest has been posted! Participants have until 11:59PM EST on July 28 to complete their rapid-fire old school battle posts. The information thread can be found >here!

7.1.18 Round One of the To Lands of Old quest can be found right here! Participants have until the night of the 8th to respond!

7.1.18: Welcome to version two: The Wreckage! Aya, Helios and Imbris have all created a beautiful sanctuary in which the characters we all know and love can come by to pay their respects, to place offerings, and seek counsel with the elusive deities. Furthermore, the database has been updated to reflect each level of an ability, the profiles have been given a complete overhaul, and our new layout is more streamlined than ever!

IC announcements
10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 Whatever unknown thing that invaded the southern territories in the middle of spring has snaked its icy fingers out and enveloped those remaining territories that everyone had believed (or hoped) to be safe. Wolves, Creeping Thistle, Pesky Piskys, Blackrock's river... Not even Sunsteppe is safe from the intrusion, though it appears -- at least for now -- that the Wreckage remains untouched. Perhaps it should be investigated?

9.17.18 Something isn't right. Eternal still refuses to warm, even as we progress through spring and near summer. The southernmost territories have begun to notice some changes: from Greater Boreus Deer in Mountainfade, to Dragonfrost in Gleamleaf; frozen sandstorms in Astraldune, and even icy wraiths in Eventide. What happened? And what can be done to return the islands to normal?

9.2.18 Springtime has come, but the frigid winter still remains, enveloping the three islands in ice, snow and brutal wind. There are no flowers, nor grass - no foliage at all. The animals are beginning to suffer, as they emerge from hibernation or birth their young, struggling to find sustenance. The air is thick with tension, as a wretched and unforgiving storm brews still in the distance - will Eternal find reprieve from the cold?

8.4.18 Round Three of the To Lands of Old quest has been posted! The remaining participants have one week to get their posts in. Good luck and have fun!

7.27.18 Astraldune is under new leadership! In the wake of Solomon's disappearance, Helios has placed Gryffen into leadership!

6.26.18 Helios has appeared in Sunsteppe! What could he be doing there?

6.19.18 With magic from Imbris, Totem has been gifted with a daughter of her own, molded from clay and infused with a piece of her own soul. Make sure to check out the thread here!

6.1.18: Welcome to Summer!

5.26.18: The Grotto has been unveiled! Imbris paid a visit to Nymphetamine in Prismacove and led him on an underwater adventure to the Grotto, effectively creating a new sub-board for the residents of Prismacove to explore!

open threads
[EVENT] AD ASTRA || A NEW AGE COMES
Deity

4 Posts
4 Threads
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
Eternity
SPECIES:
Pegasus
ORIENTATION:
Solsexual
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
PLAYED BY:
Administrators
#1
ad astra.
Slowly and gently, the beginnings of an ice age had swept over the trio of islands ─ colder weather, harsh winds, brittle flora, water sources freezing over with icy fingers. Springtime had missed the thinning and fatigued islanders, begging them to ask: Where was Aya? Was she not the Mother of the islands? The creator of green and vibrant life?

And where was Helios, the great and mighty God with powers just as fiery as his temperament? Could he not clear the chill away with one simple spark between those curved ebony horns?

And what of Imbris? Had the cerulean Night Goddess abandoned them too? Had she decided to leave the islanders to their own devices, to scour the earth for drinkable water when she could just as easily pull the life-giving liquid from the depths of the underground?

Just as true worry had begun to settle in the stomachs of the islanders, the deities had all come to separately discover that their powers ─ the sources of their prowess, their reasons for being ─ were just… not strong enough to reverse the cold or the effects that it had had on their islands. They weren’t strong enough to even slow the progression of the ice age’s reach, as hard and for as long as they tried.

Noc had been the first to succumb. It had begun with a combination of rage ─ the frozen sandstorm of Astraldune, the Dragonfrost and dusk leopards of Gleamleaf ─ and eerie serenity ─ the greater boreus deer of Mountainfade. The ice had swept unforgiving across the whole of the island of night and then had set its sights on Eternal’s central isle.

Eventide was the next to fall into the waiting arms of the ice age with a rift of time and space, welcoming wandering spectors into the fold and releasing them to walk the rocky shoreline and stand guard at the supernatural cave entrance between it and Noc. Sunsteppe, too, had buckled beneath the weight of an icy chill and knee-deep snow as mysterious sculptors appeared from whatever equally mysterious place they had been hiding, leaving intricately designed snow and ice sculptures in their wake.

Naturally, the deities began to suspect each other. Imbris set her sights on Helios, and Helios on Imbris and Aya. Even Aya couldn’t help but think the constant bickering of her younger siblings had finally upset the balance of the world.  

And as Sol fell victim to the beginning effects of the ice age, their suspicions deepened, their animosity grew, and their patience began to pull taut as it reached the end of its rope. Some began to suspect that Imbris had tainted the waters of the sea that birthed the Creeping Thistle in Prismacove and the cryogenic tendrils in Blackrock. Others began to whisper that Helios had created the Ice Piskys of Wondermere to wreak painful havoc on the residents of Sol, and that Aya had breathed dark magic into the now-dangerous hedge maze to trap and torment those who had displeased her.

What had the islanders done to cause their deities to turn on them?

What had the deities done to cause their own powers to turn on them?

Summer has come to Eternal now, though it brings them no reprieve. In fact ─ things are about to get much, much worse.

Almost simultaneously, the three deities explode into the Wreckage, standing at odds with each other in a haphazard triangle before the massive stone monolith. Aside from a light frost and chilled air, it appears that the Wreckage has remained untouched by the blanket of ice and oddities that has affected every other nook and cranny of Eternal, as if safe even if only for a short time. Logically, it offers a great sanctuary for the islanders while their regular lives have been turned upside down over the previous two months ─ but the deities neither notice nor care if they have an audience as they square off with each other.

With dripping sapphire tresses and an angry fire in her glowing emerald eyes, Imbris turns her chin defiantly towards Helios. ”Must you act like a young weanling who just discovered his powers for the first time? Can  you not see that the lives of those we are meant to protect are in jeopardy?,” she spits with rage. The force of her anger makes it difficult for the Goddess to maintain her physical state, causing water to flow from her cerulean skin in crystal blue waterfalls as she turns her gaze to Aya. The crystalline liquid that falls from her glowing body floats, suspended in the air around them and churns like the water at the base of a waterfall. While her gaze softens slightly at her sister, Imbris’ words are still brash and cold like the ice that has overtaken their home, ”And you? Have you forgotten that it is now summer? The trees should be full of life, the islanders should be gorging themselves on lush grasses… Have we decided to forsake them?”

Taken aback by the accusations and lies spewed forth from Helios, and even Imbris surprisingly, Aya pins her ears, two-toned eyes flashing with anger and dismay. How dare they accuse her of forgetting her duties, like she hasn’t been pouring every ounce of her blood, sweat, and tears into trying to make the grass grow green and the trees sprout again. Thorns have crept out along the veiny branches of her wings as she becomes agitated, defensive. ”ME?! Who do you think has kept what little foliage there is left here alive while the two of you are off arguing and ignoring them?” A pained frown crosses her features, and she turns to look out into the nothingness that is becoming Eternal. ”We can’t give up on them, it is us who called them all here, can’t you see that?”

Suddenly, a bolster of loud, incredulous laughter becomes prevalent - Helios, with his molten stare and wry sneer, cannot tear his searing gaze away from his sisters - hatred burning brightly somewhere deep within his chest. ”And you? You have no part in it, Aya? You jest, sister - pilfering away with the mortals, feeding your ego as they starve beneath the cold and the ice. Surely their faith in you will falter now,” he cannot help but to chuckle, thrilled by the mere thought of it. ”Blame whoever you like, dear sisters, but the ice and wind are not my own doing.”

The heat of their words and the culmination of their anger, suspicion, and derision draws forth a consequence that none of them had ever expected ─

The ground beneath their hooves begins to shake violently. It courses through their bones and knocks them off balance; it reverberates through their ears and overwhelms every living thing on all three islands. Felled trees crash against the cold earth and the ocean roars further into the islands than it ever has before.

The sun falls from the sky, unnatural and sudden, and then they are all awash in the darkening colors of dusk.

After a long forty-five seconds, the quaking earth stops and they all settle into a silence pregnant with worry and uncertainty. The startled, wide eyes of the deities dart between each other, the unnaturally quiet scene around them, and the navy blue dusk that rests above them. Their silent questions do not go unanswered for long.

Manifesting from the dusk itself, floating from the heavens, comes a winged dark navy frame, emblazoned with the mark of the moon. Noc stands taller than all three of his children as he comes to stand before them, exuding a power that Helios, Imbris, and Aya could only ever dream to possess. Father,” Imbris gasps and immediately dips her head low in a bow to the patriarch. Her mentor, the moon itself, the source of Noc-the-Island’s existence. She nearly shrinks away at his glowering gaze but is able to maintain her positioning as best she can as she raises her sapphire head back up and the golden baubles chime together against her forehead. The water that had been churning in the air all around them comes crashing to earth and freezes upon impact. 

Aya tucks and folds her wings as close to her body as she can, making herself appear small and submissive in the presence of her sire. Swallowing hard, her ears drop and she mouths at him like when she was a babe. Her legs are like jelly and her mouth is dry, she cannot utter a word in his crushing presence. Bending her left foreleg, she drops low to the ground, her whiskered muzzle nearly touching the frozen blades below. The cold rushes through her and leaves her trembling, and even as she rights herself, still she cannot find the words to greet her infuriated father. Pawing the ground sheepishly, she peers up at him through her thick forelock and tries to appeal to his softer side. 

Meanwhile, Helios - ever the hotheaded, indignant creature that he is - does not cow away from the intensity of his presence. His deep, glowing stare is met with the white-hot cerulean of Father Noc, and though his ears pin defensively against the ridge of his cranium, his posture is erect, bold, fearless (though, perhaps, he is anything but fearless - shuddering at the memory of Noc and Sol tearing the sky into two; flinching at the memory of a time where he thought his own end had finally come). 

Noc interrupts them all, his voice loud, resounding, and all-powerful as it sweeps over the archipelago that is Eternal. It plays clearly in the heads of every living creature, acting as a public scolding for his children and an announcement of why spring and summer have failed to greet the islanders. ”Your Mother and I have given you everything, and more, and look at how you falter,” his voice bellows, echoing and reaching into the frigid permafrost with a trembling of anger stemming from the immensity of his presence. ”we split the sky into two, to tame your sour tempers, your calloused hearts, your unyielding arrogance, and still that was not enough,”

Imbris opens her mouth to protest but clamps it swiftly closed again as Noc turns his harsh gaze on her, a silent admonishment that his word would always be final. Sidling up between the pair of them, Aya nips them both gently, a soft reminder to know their place with the stallion from the sky, but also a reassurance that she is with them, they are together. All the while, Helios is still, ears pinned to the crest of his skull as the once-crackling flame of his fiery silhouette is quieted, and the bright splendor of sienna and crimson fade into the aubergine of his coat. His molten gaze is left rolling, glancing to Imbris, and then Aya. For a moment, the spitfire is silent, and without fuel to feed the flame - he knew better than to challenge Father Noc.

And with a casual stomp of a front hoof, ice erupts swiftly and boldly from the place where Noc, the namesake of an entire island shrouded in darkness, stands. It coats all of the Wreckage, cementing the stone monolith in its place, and continues to spread far and wide. Within moments the central island is blanketed in ice and snow, and frozen blockages have formed to prevent anyone from navigating between the islands. Everyone is sealed off, forced to remain on the island upon which they currently stand.

And then the ice continues into the islands of Noc and Sol, freezing waterways and coating everything it can touch with no regard for what it cements beneath its icy hold. When finally the whole of the three islands is coated in ice, snow begins to fall in giant flakes from the dusky sky. It falls, and falls, and falls with no end in sight.

”Perhaps you will all find a way to work together before your followers freeze to death,” Noc says without remorse as he unfurls dark navy wings and gazes at them, the three powerful deities, each in turn with something akin to disappointment. With a powerful gust of wind and a flap of his feathered wings, he is airborne and moon-bound, leaving them in their failure and embarrassment. Imbris, unable to handle disappointing their father, erupts into a churning ball of water and then dissipates with a resounding bang.

The anger is ignited once again, filling Helios to the very brim with a rage that is only barely contained, as he becomes the very molten fire and magma boiling within, seeping into the ice and dissipating into nothingness, without another word spoken.

Alone with her thoughts and her plants, Aya stands in solitude. Long after her siblings have departed, she still cannot shake the crushing feeling her father has left her with. She has let him down, she has let her followers down, she has let her siblings down. Closing her eyes tight, finally she spreads her wings to depart, vowing to find a way to save all their children.

And then there was only silence.

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Welcome to Eternal’s Ice Age!

OVERVIEW:
The entrances between Sunsteppe & Sol, and Eventide & Noc have been blocked by ice! These blockages are supernatural in nature and are impenetrable, even against ability-based attacks (though, you’re more than welcome to try).
Because of these ice blockages, every character is going to be stuck on one of the islands. Please respond to THIS thread to inform us which island your character(s) is/are stuck on. If you elect not to respond to that thread, your character(s) will be stuck on the first island we see them being posted on after the commencement of the Ice Age [new threads started after 10/12 - this does not include any current threads].
If you are a land leader and you get stuck on an island that does not house your territory [ex: if a land leader from Noc gets stuck on Sol or the central island], please indicate in your post on the above-linked thread who will be responsible for your territory for the duration of this situation.
This is an open thread and CAN be responded to. Your character(s) CAN be witnesses to the arrival of Noc. However, keep in mind that this means your character(s) will automatically be stuck on the central island.
Characters stuck on Sol and Noc will have no information pertaining to the start of the ice age or the ice blockages between the islands.
All islands are stuck in a permanent state of dusk.

SOL:
Currently Accessible: Scarwood, Blackrock, Prismacove, Wondermere
All plot prompts are still in effect, minus the additional points that were originally offered. Don’t worry -- new rewards will be unveiled in time! 

NOC:
Currently Accessible: Astraldune, Gleamleaf, Mountainfade
All plot prompts are still in effect, minus the additional points that were originally offered. Don’t worry -- new rewards will be unveiled in time! 

CENTRAL ISLAND:
Currently Accessible: Sunsteppe [ice blockage, no access to Sol], Eventide [ice blockage, no access to Noc], The Wreckage + Shrines, the Statue
All plot prompts are still in effect, minus the additional points that were originally offered. Don’t worry -- new rewards will be unveiled in time!

OTHER:
The Quests board is still open for those characters who wish to level up to Advanced abilities
Breeding is still available between any character, regardless of the island they are stuck on [immaculate conception, ftw!]
Battles/Steals must be between characters who are currently stuck on the same island
New characters coming into Graystone + the Statue will automatically be stuck on the central island 
Noc.
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an over-glorified beach bum

155 Posts
32 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
Eight
SPECIES:
Hippocampus
ORIENTATION:
Polyamorous
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Kraken Physiology
[T1 - Advanced]
Dragon Vision
[T2 - Intermediate]
Dynamic Camouflage
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Grey
#2









































The world rocked. And rolled.

And when it went black and the thundercrack of the blue and black god came rolling out of the sky like a storm, Grimdark had all he could do not roar his way out of the lagoon as he approached them all. It was a conversation that was taking place in front of him though they appeared before him,and were gone again moments later as if none of them had been standing there… Grimdark had known that this was not going to be a typical day.

They had come food.
What they had gotten, was an apocalypse.

Imbris had appeared. Out of nowhere. Along with her brother and sister… Grimdark had hissed his amusement at seeing them standing here. He should have known that the power emanating from the large emerald stone was the work of Gods and not men. There was far too much beauty here to protect to be meant for mere mortals. And then, Noc - it was as if he knew the name instantly, embedded inside his head as if a spell or something greater had settled in his mind and overtook it - had come… chastising his child with a beat of his wing, settling upon them all a great curse. One that could end exactly one day…

..Death.

And, with a whirl, they all disappeared in a muddle of lingering and jumbled voice that echoed on the wind… And before the ice had set, Grimdark turned to Kjartan, and with a shout, he called. “I know you know Vessel is on Eventide. Find her and get her out of here! Keep her safe!” Keep my child safe… even when I am not there to do so myself. With a silent nod, the Leopard ran… and Grimdark hoped they could get back home… and to Gleamleaf… before the cursed ice could shut them in. He thinks wryly when he told Vessel to stay in Gleamleaf…. Irony works in funny ways.

Grimdark shifts back, approaching Dahmer and Rou, as the loud cracking of the ice taking over sets in, and the world begins getting darker and colder around them. The Kraken knew there was no time left for them. “So much for getting food home. We are well and truly fucked.”

He looks around, his eyes settling on Dahmer’s azure gaze.

“You were a great leader once upon a time ago. What now?”






@Diable Rouge @Dahmer

So... yeah... what now? Tongue
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the chaser

67 Posts
21 Threads
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
10
SPECIES:
Equine
ORIENTATION:
Bicurious | Poly
DOMICILE:
Astraldune
ABILITIES:
Lunar Manipulation
[T1 - Beginner]
Force-Field Manipulation
[T2 - Advanced]
Cold Immunity [T3]
PLAYED BY:
Liv
#3
Diable Rouge

A new age had come.

Without warning, and in a flurry of flames, water, and earth, the three deities emerge from their shrines. They are flood with emotion - emotion Diable Rouge did not know gods were capable of - anger, resentment, worry, doubt, sadness. They begin to argue, their voices powerful and full of rage, disregarding the shocked audience that was assembled before them. 


Each seems to blame the other for the happenings around the islands, and it is during this that Diable Rouge realizes a daunting detail - if none of them knew what caused the freezing phenomenon, that meant they didn't know how to stop it, either. 

And then, as if on cue, the ground began to rumble. The sun seemed to shatter and break, blanketing them in an overwhelming dark. 

Blue eyes shoot a look at Dahmer, who is equally as confused and troubled as the chaser. The force of the quake is so strong, Diable Rouge can no longer hold on to his bundle of supplies, it drops to the ground beneath him. The gourds splatter seeds against his hide, the fish flop violently, desperate to reach the water’s edge. Grimdark shouts at Kjartan to leave, which the leopard does, paws bounding on the ground. 

Everything hushes - the silence is deafening. 

Father Noc falls from the sky, his expression of full disgust and distaste for his children does not go unnoticed. All the deities seem to cower, and what once seemed so omnipotent became...almost mortal in their father's presence. Diable Rouge swallows, listening to him scold each of his children. The words are brutal - arrogance, sour, calloused - and for one fleeting moment, Rou felt much of his respect for the deities falter. 

With a nonchalant stomp of his hoof, Father Noc sheets the world in ice and snow. The once vibrant fruit that hung to the trees warped, the lush grasses withered brown beneath their hooves. The rivers and lakes glistened with ice too thick to break. It looked dry, barren...dead. The last words the navy god speak are grim, and Diable Rouge swallows nervously. 

Perhaps you'll find a way to work together before your followers freeze to death.

With that he disappears, towards the sky and the moon. Instead of heeding his advice, his children disappear just as quickly - the Night-Mother dissipates into water, the Sun-Father melts away with a puff of smoke. Pleading eyes stare at Aya, downtrodden and alone, and then she, too, leaves.

A bitter taste settles on the chaser's tongue as he glowers at the place where the deities stood. They were there to protect them...how could they be so selfish?

He only half listens to Grimdark's words, turning to look at the pair he was now stuck in the Wreckage with. Grim, who had seemed so full of ideas previous to this, looked to Dahmer for an answer. 


“Well, we are here, aren’t we?” Rou says, joining them in a circle.  “You heard Father Noc. They have to work together...and clearly they have no interest as of yet.” He again looks to the spot where each deity stood, and sighs. “I don’t know about you, but it doesn’t look, to me, like we’ll be leaving the Wreckage any time soon. Maybe...maybe if we go to each one, directly, and get them to make up with their siblings they’ll...” He looks back to the stallions beside him. “They’ll fix it. We can return to our homes, to our families. It doesn’t look like we have much of an option...lest we let our herds starve to death.”

He walks to the stone monolith, now crystallized with frost, and his eyes nearly well with tears. It was to the Wreckage he came to ask about the dilemma with Gryffen, it was Aya who granted him protector over Astraldune. He was nothing if not loyal - to his Earth-Mother, to his friends, and to his family. 

"We go to Aya first," He says to them, not turning. "She'll be the easiest to convince. She will come...and then we will go to Imbris. It'll take some talking, but we can get her to come as well. Then, we will go to Helios. From what I know of him, we will have some trouble. If we can get them to make up, they can find a way to end this winter..." It is then he looks to his two companions - a thunderbird, a kraken, and himself. All protectors, they were put here together for a reason. "...once and for all."



im not afraid of leaving, not of god & not of death.



@ Grimdark @Dahmer
 
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Dahmer
 
#4
but satisfaction brought him back
Imbris. Aya. Helios.

The immortal trio appears without warning, full of lashing tongues and biting words. Their gazes are averted from Dahmer and his companions, instead preoccupied with shooting one another glares of escalating fury. The thunderbird-shifter has frozen in place, standing beside Diable Rouge with taut muscles and bated breath as the situation progresses; the words of the gods fall on waiting ears, worsening and worsening as the moments tick by. He has grown cold, though in a way different than the ice and snow makes him feel. Cold in his bones, in his heart, in his mind - as if there is some subconscious piece of him that screams about helplessness.

As if warning him that the deities could implode, or explode, and take the world of Eternal with them at any moment. His mind flashes to Ellyse, to Smoak, to Carnage.

And then there's panic in his heart as the navy god descends from the heavens, though the only thing that keeps Dahmer's heart from beating clear out of his chest is the fact that the berating glance of the moon-marked stallion is limited only to his children.

Dahmer's brilliant blue eyes flick to Imbris, Aya, and Helios. He almost feels sorry for them.

And then it comes. The ice, the snow, the panic, the helplessness. As swiftly as it had all started, Noc had departed to the sky and the three deities of Eternal had disappeared to lick their wounds. Dahmer remains silent for a long while, watching the space where the deities had been when Grimdark comes to heel beside he and the chaser. A question, intended for him, is intercepted by Diable Rouge, but there is no contempt from Dahmer. The roan stallion's idea is a good one, though there is something about approaching the deities immediately that puts the black and white overo stallion on edge.

"A healer," he says quietly as his eyes turn between the two other stallions, "We need to find a healer, first. And someone who can create fire. We need to pad our group first, to ensure that we will be safe and fed. And then we can talk to Aya."

He shifts his weight, a heavy frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"There is strength in numbers. And we will want to appeal to the deities with a group. They will feel more inclined to help if they see how widespread our suffering is."


@ Grimdark @Diable Rouge
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6 Threads
GENDER:
Mare
AGE:
Four
SPECIES:
Equine
ORIENTATION:
Undecided
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Self-Weather Manipulation
[T2 - Intermediate]
PLAYED BY:
Elle
#5
The small mare was not far from the group.

The boom and shake of the dark father god had shook her from the vapid daydream of a lifetime ago. She was nothing special, a simple black and white mare, nothing more than a tiny blip in this world, but she knew she was destined to be apart of something more than the herd of her family. Camille's large, dark eyes were far too observant than to simply ignore the opportunities for a better existence. She could not rot int he small land of her home...it is why she is in Eternal.

But back to the present situation...a group of men stand near one another with hushed, eager words. The dark eared mare tilts the curve of her head to listen. They are clipped as one grunts and other inquires into something of leadership...something about fire... The cloven hooved woman steps lightly, nearly silent, as the length of her pale tail and mane drag in the dirt, her horns holding softly illuminated orb as her moon dusted hips shift the burden of her small weight. "Hello." The draw of her voice is low, as she did not want to be kicked or beaten with their surprise, the woman looks upward as the syllables are tenured and nearly monotone. She knows she must be an unusual thing with the line of moon-fire down her back, but perhaps...perhaps she could be of some use (plus she did not want to be alone in this new world).

The woman looks to the brilliant eyed pied stallion as he has remarked about needing numbers. "Perhaps I can join you." The drawl of her voice tapers to softly, her gaze stern as the question is not really a question, for they all knew the answer. She is nervous in this strange place and for a sudden sky horse to appear and punished them all...well it was simply unsafe to be alone when the hungry wolves howls echo just beyond the eye's reach.


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7 Threads
GENDER:
Female
AGE:
4
SPECIES:
Alicorn
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
DOMICILE:
Prismacove
ABILITIES:
Dream Manipulation
[T1 - Intermediate]
Fire Breathing
[T2 - Beginner]
Elemental Exoskeleton (Quartz)
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Witty
#6
just close your eyes, the sun is going down
Every drop of silence is shattered, voices ricochet off of the crags, bounding into the horizon and amplifying again, and again. Ears pin against her skull, a failed attempt to drown them out, to unhear the shouting and the chaos that erupted against the beaches, the plains devoid of grass.

There is no use in it, the curses that arch into the air are overpowered, haunting voices of the Gods. She knows they must be, Aya’s voice standing out against the others, the cool and collected earth mother set on edge, it made her skin gooseflesh.Sentences take on booming echoes, falling on mortals ears with such a harshness that if they were to start bleeding, she would not be surprised.

More times than she can count, the dragon mare wishes she could disappear, phase out to be unseen, unheard.

The worn path back to Prisma Cove was well known, increasing her momentum as much as she dared, all the while trying to be quiet as a dormouse. Something felt wrong, hostile and strained, knowing she shouldn’t be here, wasn’t meant to hear.

Iovir, she thinks, allowing a tunnel vision to fall over her gem colored eyes, head down, pointing straight ahead, eyes focused.

It’s too much to wish for happiness, for things to go right, isn’t it always for her?

An odd gathering is standing gun shy, frozen as they watch a commotion of siblings set at odds, faults tossed to each in turn. Magnificent wondered how they could be so petty, narrowing her eyes, surely Aya had no hand in this, weren’t they just together?

Silly girl, with plum hair and wings of a beast, she means to approach them, soft smoke leaking from her nostrils, to let them know they have an audience- should they care. But the earth shakes and rumbles, overhead the sky splits and angrily opens, until the darkest creature of night descends. So she stands like a feeble deer, wide eyed and slack jawed as the Father breaches the heavens and lends a hand in the discipline of his brood.

Every fiber of her skin can feel the ice overwhelm the earth, crackling into the earth to paint it like a smothering bath of chloroform, tucking the world to sleep, encasing it in frost. They would be bound and gagged for the bickering of foals, yet she was too afraid to speak on the fact, looking to the unknown herd with a heavy heart and panic in her chest. Her breathing coming in quick gasps, leather wings folding forward to clutch what they could of her chest.

Trapped, she was trapped, all over again, bound to legacy of imprisonment. It is too much to bare, an overwhelming sense of dread flowing like ice through her very veins.Armor of purple quartz folds over her shoulders, coats her brow around the horn made of gemstone. Exhales of unnerved breath take on the shape of neon flame, green as spring grass that no longer grew in the fields of Sunsteppe.
Magnificent
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sorry for the quality, wanted to get her going in here. basically she's freaking out about being stuck.
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GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
12
SPECIES:
Equine
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Dragon Physiology
[T1 - Intermediate]
PLAYED BY:
Elle
#7

Since the fire had destroyed Frostridge by his own hand, the dark man had turned to cowardice to watch it all burn and crumble to ash around him. His absence had been taken as he returned to the quiet shelter of a place he knew so well, a home when all had gone wrong.


The cave is dark, damp with condensation, but the cold does not bother him. The dark man had grown shaggy, his silver eyes hard and angry, the tangles of his hair a matted knot of moss and dirt. He enjoyed his hole in the earth and away from the others. How he had thought he could forge a home, be a leader, guide others...but he had been mistaken. He was always meant to be alone, a rabid animal among the civilized.

It is how he liked it.

The ground tremors around him, it is not unusual for the ground to shift but it is a shiver that causes the ground cave to call out in creaks and moans. The dark man finds his feet to pluck his way to the surface. Something was wrong...

The inky black form emerges to a white laden world. The sound of voices murmuring in a hushed way, his silver eyes narrow from beneath the mop of his brow. Heavy hooves are methodical as he shakes the sleep from his body, creaking and popping, he frowns and sighs softly as he eyes the group, eyes the sky with scrutiny. It was far too early in the year for such weather...

Somber pewter gaze passes from one face to another, noting the individuality. A few males (one painted another leather winged...and then with...tentacles? Damn, how long had he slept for?) His gaze drifts like wind on water to flicker over the purple rock mare and then the two toned woman with a glow ball between her horns. "Quite a mix..." The plain black man murmurs. "What the fuck happened?" He had slept for an age or two, unknowing what had happened since, the world nothing like the one he left behind.

LIOR

craving the taste of you again

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an over-glorified beach bum

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32 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
Eight
SPECIES:
Hippocampus
ORIENTATION:
Polyamorous
DOMICILE:
Gleamleaf
ABILITIES:
Kraken Physiology
[T1 - Advanced]
Dragon Vision
[T2 - Intermediate]
Dynamic Camouflage
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Grey
#8









































In the aftermath… they came. They all came.

And Grimdark was not surprised in the least.

Fuckin’ great.

But still, in the wake of being shut in like dogs, told they were bad and needed to behave or lest they all starve to death at the whims of Noc-the-Father… it was nothing that he wouldn’t have expected. And now, the look of worry in Imbris’ eyes made sense. The sense of fear and worry that she did not have the power to control the oncoming storm. Of course she wouldn’t have power… Over her fucking father.

A visit back to the shrine was necessary, and likely immediate, given the injured state of most of their party. The healing quality of the waters in her pool… healers were hard to come by - his own search in Noc had proven that to him - And the fault of this was finally revealed to them as to the cause of their suffering. They could not perhaps fix the situation immediately - but perhaps…

Grimdark listens to Diable Rouge’s suggestions, staying silent while Dahmer confirms, taking a clarifying forward leap into logic. In a world that was literally folding inside of itself, Grimdark was pleased to have strength standing by his side. And then when the piebald man also mentions the dieties… “Imbris.” Grimdark interrupts Dahmer, flashing his green eyes with a sense of fire and urgency, having a direction to go, aided by the backbone that the older leader had. “We go there first. The shrine’s pool has healing capabilities.” Looking across at all the new faces - A silver colored mare with a strange floating orb, a plumb alicorn mare, and a crusty old stallion who looked saltier than Grimdark ever did - the Kraken pulled in his tentacles, revealing the equine body of his youth. “Is this what you had in mind to ‘pad the numbers’, Dahmer?” A wry grin of twisted cracked lips gives a dry laugh that they were as a moth to a flame… he speaks to the black and white man wistfully, turning his attention elsewhere..

“Camille..” The name is tested on his lips. She seemed like such a fragile creature - it was a wonder she had survived the frosts… but maybe there was a hidden strength within her. “My name is Grimdark,” she says, tilting his head politely, trying not to stare at her glowing sphere. “I do not think we are going anywhere for a time yet. But you are welcome to stay with us.”. The alicorn seemed to be in a world of her own making, but she was close enough for Grimdark to see that her intentions were to remain with them - and so he leaves it to the others to perhaps get her to calm down. Rou always had a way with-- well, everyone. As for the black winged man - “The gods happened. And now, we are to be punished, along with them.” He does not bother to reintroduce himself, having just given his name, and instead his thoughts turn to the opalescent azure mare… and he tries not to be upset with her about the current events of this land.

Their home.

There was much to answer for.

“If none among us is a healer, then I suggest we rest here, fill up on the food that is left here before it too withers away - like the rest of Eternal - and then we make the trek for the shrines. Either smaller groups, or one large congress. Imbris is likely to provide healing, and Aya food. Helios, if he is available, would best likely provide heat … but chances are great that he would not be up to receiving company.” As it is, however, we must sweep the rest of the central Island and search for whatever food remains, as well as for survivors.”

He falls silent, looking across them all, and then at Rou and Dahmer. He had alluded to this Valley being the key to something great. Possibly terrible.

But not great and terrible.




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The Reaper

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GENDER:
Female
AGE:
5
SPECIES:
Unicorn
ORIENTATION:
none
DOMICILE:
Astraldune
ABILITIES:
Death Embodiment
[T1 - Beginner]
PLAYED BY:
Witty
#9
Atropos
i kissed you till it bled, like a needle to thread
Eavesdropping again, a faint blue, watchful, pair of eyes clinging to what little shadows there were. Cloaked in the dark, as she had been for millennia, though what she would give to be holed up in the depths, the company of spiders and her sheers. Blissful thought washes over her features, she can taste their deaths, one by one, searching their life lines for that obstruction of finality. It made her nose bleed, she let it, feeling the trickle roll down her lips to be absorbed at her feet.

Death tastes so very sweet, even when diluted by the metallic twinge of her own cruor. Farewell ye maggots, though she ends with a hard gaze at Rou, having cheated death, heretic.

Atropos had had quite enough of the frozen sandstorms, unable to enjoy the fading life of others when her skin stung and welted up. This form, it was so damn fragile, so easily bruised and cut. There was nothing to be appreciated about mortality, save for the snuffing of each candle flame.

poof

A single sliver of thought traces a malicious smirk against her pale, blood stained lips, hidden beneath the movement of dull mandibles.

No healers, tutting in her cheek, a pity…

Commotion brings her to attention, an onlooker to the calamity of the earth, rolling into sheets of impenetrable ice. When idols do not receive their due, humanity pays, as it should- lest the world be overrun with ants. Atropos could not find a single tear to shed, nor did fear seep into her veins and cloud her mind.

What is death to her?

Several legs pull forward, seeking momentum against the slick plateau, placing her six hooves carefully, and evenly, as she walked.

“Atropos,” she introduces herself, a voice otherworldly, neither harsh nor soft in passing. Prophetic and devout to a cause, but a cause that is often shied away from, so enthusiastic to live were they all. Pale head lowers to the gathered edibles, lipping at the nutrients, cross that she must be so reliant on trivial comforts. Food, sleep, drink- warmth.

Imbris the large, kraken beast interrupts another, as if someone has forgotten the name of his Goddess. Causing her to laugh in amusement.

“Grimdark,” she says with impudence, “so pieus.”

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the chaser

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GENDER:
Male
AGE:
10
SPECIES:
Equine
ORIENTATION:
Bicurious | Poly
DOMICILE:
Astraldune
ABILITIES:
Lunar Manipulation
[T1 - Beginner]
Force-Field Manipulation
[T2 - Advanced]
Cold Immunity [T3]
PLAYED BY:
Liv
#10
Diable Rouge


n the commotion, Diable Rouge hadn’t noticed the three beasts of Noc hadn’t been the only ones alone, here. Two others, a magenta striped mare and a stallion the color of onyx, also lingered. They watched with as much awe as did the kraken, the thunderbird, and the Protector.

Diable Rouge glances to the mare at the end of the God’s rampage, how she sweats despite the cold. How hot, neon flames exhale from her mouth. She is frightened, she is alone - or so she must think - so the chaser looks to Dahmer, gesturing to her. “I believe the fire problem has solved itself.”

Rou walks over, nickering softly to her. His voice, soft and soothing, as it so often is, breaks through the icy air. “I’m Rou,” He murmurs, careful to avoid her flame. “You are not alone. We’re here. We will protect you.” He smiles at her, as much as he can muster, then nods to the group for her to follow. The black stallion had approached them, asking what happened. “Looks like the deities are having it out with each other, and Father Noc has grown sick of it.”

He then turns his attention to Grimdark, who speaks his own suggestions for the group. His eyes quickly glance over to a flash of red, and he knows immediately who it is.

Atropos. A citizen of Astraldune, usually in her own world, picks at the food upon the ground. Rou smiles to himself, turning his attention back to the circle.

“Fine, then,” Rou agrees, admittedly reluctant to go to Imbris first. He knows her from his quest, he respects her, but he still feels more comfortable with Aya. He guesses, though, that the others feel the same about their respective deities. “Imbris first, after we finish eating what’s left here-“ He nods to the leftover food, still yet to be completely withered away, but not as fresh as it had been. “Grimdark, it is her who blessed you, right? You should take the lead on this. Aya is who gave me my blessing, I will lead us to her shrine. I think there’s a good chance a follower of Helios is here, too...If we appeal to them with their followers, we may have a better chance at getting them to set aside their differences...to work together.”

And he truly hopes they do.

He just wants to get home.




im not afraid of leaving, not of god & not of death.


@ Grimdark @Dahmer @ Lior @Magnificent @Atropos 

Sorry this sucks.
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