Callynite

The female moved quietly through Delumine, the land silent. It had been for a very long time since she'd seen the sovereign of Dusk Court in a while either, and it was leading the Court to feel stagnant, silent. She moved through the forest as the trees whispered to her, telling her small notes, details of what they'd overheard in gossip. She allowed them to talk before she quietly produced a letter, leaving it in a cross-section of the ley lines. "Deliver this to Andras, please. We have business to conduct" There was a shift in the lines, of the magic that swirled their as it took hold of its mistress note, whisking it away to her sovereign, where it would materialize in a dusting of her special brand of magic. 

The flowers leaned towards her, petals brushing the limbs of the doe as if in some layer of reassurance that what she was doing was right. She'd never been the sort to take over something. She had no leading experience. She was raised as an isolated fawn, even. A father who ran the forest, a ranger; and a mother who worked as a druid from their home. This was outside of her knowledge, her know-how. What was she thinking? Still, she smiled, nuzzling each little petal before she turned and started the trek to the steppe.

It would be her first time there, and perhaps that was even more terrifying for the red deer mix. She moved with graceful agility as she traveled, her green eyes watching the world around her as if expecting Andras to come out of nowhere any moment. There wasn't much she knew about it, and the little she did know seemed to paint him as a mysterious if not dangerous being. What would happen when he did meet her at the steppe, would she even make it out of this fight alive? Was she fooling herself into thinking she could do this?

She shook those thoughts off, her attention returning to where she was going as her hooves stepped onto a different terrain. Instantly the world was alive, concerned, worried, Mistress, mistress! Why are you here! Mistress, this is a place of danger, of pain. Oh, mistress. She smiled at the plants, tilting her head and dipping her muzzle towards them as they seemed to cling to her cloven hooves, "I am aware of the purpose of this place. I am here for a reason. For that reason." She straightened again, walking to the very center of the dirt and trodden grass circle, standing tall the deer was ready to face what might come. 

Her eyes closed, as she allowed herself to relax, to accept her decisions, what would be, what would come. Her senses reached out, with the ley lines, touching each plant, tree, and flower as they wished her luck, wished her success. Her eyes open as she waited to see if Andras would come if he would come to defend the title he has done so little with.

Let him come because Cally wasn't going to let her Court suffer any longer.



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Trigger warning: Suicide, Depressing Thoughts, Death: Please skip to next bolded and underlined section if necessary <3

Fire, mayhem. All around me the world seemed to be going up in smoke.
I spun towards a familiar sound, reaching out as Runa fell through a vent into the flames and magma below.
A cry tore from my chest, raw, filled with emotion I dare not let out.

I couldn't help it. I couldn't help her. The tears were leaking from my cheeks, as I dug at the ground for my hooves, as if digging deep enough would bring her back. All around me, more chaos ensued, others falling to the heat below, while more ran for safety that would be denied. This was it, this would be the end of the world. The ground caved out from beneath me, and I smiled, knowing I was about to join Runa again. Perhaps this would truly be my final death.

My eyes fluttered, and a weak sound left my tiny muzzle. I slowly sat up, to a desolate waste land. The familiar forms of my court lay dead. The magma was hardening now, turning dark, black. As black as the endless night. I shook as I climbed to tiny feet, and I stared in horror. Why was I back here, why was I here at all. The world ended. This was it. There was no more life, just death all around me. I stumbled back, tripping over a rotten, burnt log. This time, when I fell back into that magma pool, feel the heat engulf me, I'm afraid to wake up again.

It had been a long time since I was afraid to be reborn.

But I was terrified. My eyes snap open, and it must have been longer this time. There was nothing left of Novus. No plants. No trees. No bodies. Just a wasteland of hard rock. I turn towards where the portals had been, to see empty arches. The magic was gone. So I ran, I ran to the top of the jagged, unfamiliar peak of what had once been Veneror Peak. I shouted to the gods, desperate for an answer, to not be alone. But nothing returned. I flung myself off the cliff that time.

The next time I came back, I was more alone than ever, and I stayed curled up, my tummy hungry, my little foal body unable to find anything to eat.

I didn't last long, life after life, tiny form after tiny form, refusing to get up, as the world continued to grow more desolate, as the sun stopped shining, as the world grew cold and icy, a rock that was uninhabitable, and yet . . . I remained.

Trigger Warning Concluded. Normal from here on out.

I jolt awake, blonde forelock caked to my sweat-rich face. I'm breathing heavily, but I can't shake that feeling, I can't shake those fears. Being left alone, after the world stops. I climb to my feet, blinking back the tears that want to fall, and instead march to my parents. I'm going to Veneror Peak . . . I need to pay my . . . regards . . . to Vespera." My parents look surprised, but can I blame them. I don't normally speak about the goddess that I don't really believe in. But right now, I needed something, a response, a reassurance, a chance to scream, yell, beg that this won't be my future. My mother scrambles to her feet, eager to appease me, even as my father calls for three bodyguards to accompany me. Oh, my little hope, please be safe, come back soon. I ignore my mother's cooes, I'm still lost in the memories of the dream.

I follow the guards, allowing them to surround me, lead the way.
But I don't give them any other attention. I didn't see the point.
They were a means to an end, a way to get where I wanted with as little conflict from my parents as possible.

So we ventured out of Denocte, towards Ruris, towards Veneror Peak. At the base of the mountain, I stared the bodyguards down, however, until they seemed to agree to let me go up alone. I didn't waste my breath to actually communicate but nodded non-the-less when they caught on. I paused at the start of the trek up, squared my shoulders, resettled my shawl, and made sure I was ready. It was less about altering my appearance to be more presentable, and more about busying myself to gather my thoughts and calm my mind. I wasn't often this flustered, but . . . but this had been a hard dream to watch.

And it had lasted for so long.

So much had gone wrong.

I was so alone. So, so alone.

I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let that be my future. They needed to stop it, they needed to fix it, they needed to change it. Anything had to change it, I couldn't let that happen. Suddenly, like that magma came from my dreams to burn my rump, I was racing up the path, my eyes hardening, my muzzle setting into a frown. I had to stop this, I had to change this, I had to find out why I was like this, why I was cursed. I was breathing hard as I came to the top, and my eyes narrowed up above me, Get your so called godly asses down here, I've got a bone to pick with you, and damn it, I want to know why! Why me, why am I constantly being brought back again, and again, and fucking again. No stop. And I get to remember every fucking life in graphic detail! Why would you do this to me, why was this okay! WHY HASN'T IT STOPPED! I just want to die and stay dead at least once! 

"What is supposed to happen when it all comes to an end. Don't . . . don't dare let me continue this reincarnation on an empty planet . . . please, please don't let that be my future. Please, don't let me be destined to always be alone . . . I'm so tired of being alone." Somewhere along the way of my rant, I'd stopped yelling. I was surprised to feel actual tears against my cheeks, and my head was bowed, eyes on my hooves. I kick at the dirt and rock at the peek, my voice meeker than it had been for a long time, I've been around for so long. I've seen kingdoms rise and fall, experienced love and betrayal, and I remember it all, every moment, every laugh, every tear, every pain and every heartache, and the bad always outways the good. I'm terrified to love anymore. Terrified to even feel anymore. Do you know what it's like, how horrible it is to come across a loved one many life times later and have them not recognize you. To see your sister face to face, and have her not acknowledge you. I have all these memories, all these connections, only to lose them as soon as I die. Except I don't. I keep every memory in my heart, every connection makes that next life harder. Every unacknowledged greeting, every lack of recognition. What did I do wrong in that very first life? Why would you do this to me. Why?

"I don't understand, I just don't understand what I did wrong so long ago. But please, please don't let this be all I am made for. When this world ends . . . please don't let me remain behind, stuck in this cycle alone. Please, oh, gods, please. Don't let me be alone and forgotten . . . not anymore. I just don't want to do it anymore." I don't know when, but at some point I had hit my knees, curled in on myself, and for the first time in hundreds of years, in so many life times . . . I let myself cry for everything I had lost.

FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Random Events
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He is quiet in his journey, unassuming. A man made of sand and sky, of demons and angels, of stories, told so very many times that he has become less human and more of something else. Perhaps he is so something else that he hardly cares at all about anything else. Or perhaps he is just stupid. Regardless of the reasoning, and the way it came about, Ceylon does not smile when another passes him by. Galactic gaze does not flicker with warmth or greeting. It does not glance their way at all, in fact. Instead, the sojourner simply walks on, one foot in front of another, until he is before the Terminus Sea.

Large, unyielding, and completely blocking off the world when it would seek to expand, it is everything his desert home did not have. Ceylon does not remember if there was such a large body of water close, or anything comparable other than the vast dunes that would wave with the passing of the wind and swallow you whole if you dared too close. In retrospect, he does not think there is anything quite like an ocean that eats the sky like this. And then he wonders, eyes on the great towers he cannot yet reach - dark gods breaching from their watery caves and graves into the world of light that burns them - what it would be to hollow into the structures, what it would be to build a palace by the sea. Surely, it would be a lovely site indeed with only the salty breeze to touch you and the violent waves to sing you to sleep.

With the shifting of his feet, his weight over his hips, he thinks that would be wonderful, indeed. 

ceylon.

P a n g a e a

A hissing breath was the only sound I permitted myself, as I held perfectly still; in position. I had found a tree with an optimal position, had perched on a strong enough limb to hold my slight weight. My tail was coiled around the branch, while my talons clung tightly to place, my limbs carefully aligned to offer me a more bipedal stance - hooves weren't as useful for staying in a tree as my claws and talons were. I lifted my head, scenting the air, rolling the scent back towards the roof of my mouth as I tracked the odd beast at the other end of this plain. The day hadn't even begun to rise yet, and so I had the plains to myself, which meant properly hunting without these annoying herbivores getting in my way. And I was hungry, damn it. I don't remember the last time I had a fresh meal, not scraps picked at after another predator had already gotten to it.

I was starved, famished. Not the hungriest I had ever been, but the one positive attribute of that horrible white-walled prison was their willingness to keep me fed. Thankfully I was no novice at hunting, a formidable predator when I desired a nice steak. Bronto please, or perhaps some stegosaurus meat, now there was a yummy treat. Although my favorite was always Triceratops, they were lazier, had more fat, made that meat soft and delicious. Melt in your mouth. Gallimimus was always super tough of course, too much running, I think. All tough muscle. Unfortunately, this land had none of that, so I was forced to search out another means of eating. And my sights had locked onto this wire-haired, small but porky creature. I wasn't sure what it was called, but as it made odd oinking sounds amongst shuffling for roots, I was carefully cataloging all I saw about it.

Tusks where the immediate concern, would mean I would need to kill it before it could retaliate, but it appeared to be fairly large, heavy . . . I wasn't sure how much of it would be muscle versus fat, however, so I would need to error on the side of caution. Even if it was fat, if it could heft that bodyweight around, it could add power to a strike. My wings unfurled, one wing claw grasping another branch as I angled myself, and with a powerful push of my hind legs, I was in the air, mane, and tail streaming behind me, bound back to keep it contained. The metal against my throat was cold, as I swallowed in eagerness for being able to eat properly. I flew up high, hovering for a moment as my wings caught a thermal that held me aloft. Waiting for the right moment, I watched the odd, squat creature practically shove its face in its own meal before I descended in a flash of fangs, talons, and a piercing cry that was more raptor than equine.

My wings flung forward, grabbing onto the creature with the thumb claw, as I wrestled with it, hooves bouncing, angling it into position, forcing it onto its back. It retaliated, and I snarled when I felt a tusk brush against my forelimb, and I snapped my muzzle at it, before using my hind claws to rake the belly, muzzle finish the job, and the hunt was done. I hadn't realized just how hungry I was until the first bite sent me into a slight frenzy, and in thirty or forty minutes - just as the sun was starting to peek over the horizon, little was left of my meal besides fur, bone, and random bits for scavengers. Full, I was resorting to knawing at a bone, splitting it to get to the marrow within as I relaxed, feeling a little calmer now that the hunger was under control again. Shoving the bone away, I stood slowly, shaking my head so my bound mane would fall back into place, and carefully folded my wings against my spine, the membrane easily folding and tucking together, before I walked away from the meal, ignoring the sound of smaller scavengers creeping towards it.

I glanced around, fighting back a bored yawn as I traveled the plain a little more. Ruris I believe I had heard this part of the land called. A land that none of the packs of horses had taken claim to, which meant it was free to travel - and travel I would do. I'd landed on the shores of Novus less than a week ago, and had plenty to learn about still, but at least for the time being, I was being left fairly alone. Did these herbivores sense a predator in me? I wasn't complaining, I preferred my solitude anyways. And despite being an omnivore, I rarely sought to make friends with the herbivores of previous lands. These herbivores might look a little more like me, but . . . they still were nothing like me, this land was nothing like where I came from. Besides, let's be honest, I'm not one for idle chit-chat anyways . . . even if it had been terribly lonesome since Duellum and I got separated.



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@Tristan
this started off for Som but then it moved over to Tristan sdkfslkdf

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