the Rift

[OPEN] all i was looking for was myself

Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
the sea soul

She finds it empty, and god, if that isn’t the worst, the punch to the face that makes tears well up, then she isn’t sure what is.
But something tells her she should be happy that they’re all gone, but why is she can’t feel that way now that this place no longer has any meaning? Here, she has hated what is left of the Foothills for the largest portion of life for what they did to her, and now that reality hands her what she has been looking for for so long, why does it have to feel so wrong?

Hobgoblin shuffles uncomfortably beside her. The feeling of her is suddenly so foreign and the lack of wild, vibrant woman, of pure Sikeax is gut wrenching. She caves in, and takes his breath away like he was never allowed to own it.

“I hate them.”

“Why? Who?

There is a lot of things that he can think of hating in this very second. He hates the hunger in his belly, the meal that got away that he was chasing when Sikeax had to come across this place, the confusion drowning him and the agony of all of this with no obvious reason in sight, the cicadas that aren’t shutting up despite the loathe he pours into the environment, the combination of end-of-the-day heat and stiff humidity that makes him so damp that he debates throwing himself into any of these pools and groaning his discomfort away. But none of those options are making their ways into the hate-shaped hole in Sikeax’s emotional wall. No matter how many of them he pushes into it, none budge, and that just succeeds in angering him more.

“The Grey.” The colour splats against her mind and a frown crawls over her lips before distorting like a monster in a horror movie. Anger roars up, and neither of them are sure which one it is coming from and what the real reason for it is. Hobgoblin is made because he cannot understand and because Sikeax is, because he is forced by some sort of stupid, needless living law that he must share so much of himself with her. Sikeax is just, whatever.

He recoils with his own disgust to hit her with a snarling frown of his own. ‘Fuck you, bitch,’ it seems to say. She catches it in time to return a glare.

“Get over it.” She demands before walking away, fading into the trees and out of the pool that they had been standing in, away from the dying warmth of the sunset.

OOC: meh. Hobgobin is in his leopard seal form, chilling out in the pond next to sia.


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Areli Posts: 82
Absent Abyss atk: 6.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 hh :: 3 (Birdsong) HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Bee :: Grey Wolf :: None Shady
the flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly

It was not home any more, yet here she was.

Areli did not know exactly why she had returned, other than on half of a wish that it had all just been a bad dream, or that the Earth had changed his mind, or that she would not find the place deserted. She had wandered up to the crumbling mountains and trodden the well-worn path (trying to ignore the weeds that had begun to choke the way); she had stood atop the highest point she had known and wept there to find it empty; and she had wondered, tears cried, what there was left to do now. She could not stay here, that much was clear—attached to this place as she might be, it was only a painful reminder of all that had once been. Her father, her mother, Ilios and Uncle Kaj all together, all smiling…every memory seemed to make her chest constrict until she felt that her lungs would collapse in on themselves. At her side, Bee looked up from the stick that she had been gnawing on and whined, distressed by her mistress’ grief. Home wherever with family, she offered, but the girl only turned away. Her family had scattered to the four winds, and by that logic, she was still just as much a vagabond as ever.

Let’s go, Areli signaled to the wolf, walking away from the churning water and its deafening roar, there’s nothing left for us here. Dutifully, Bee obeyed, jumping to her feet and picking up the stick, prepared to trot after the girl. In her eagerness, she scraped the wood against Areli’s hind legs and the latter looked at her balefully. Leave it, she commanded, patience growing thin. Please? the wolf asked, posture submissive, but loathe to part with such an excellent branch. No, the girl replied pettily, a sudden swell of resentment rising in her chest that Bee wasn’t mourning this place as much as she was and wanting to make her hurt in some way, even if it could not compare to her own pain. I SAID-- 

“Get over it.”

Areli visibly startled, whirled at the sound of the unfamiliar voice.

“Who’s there?” she called, muzzle inching ever closer to the stone dagger kept tucked under her right wing. “I—I’m not alone,” she quavered, gesturing at the wolf.

But even as she said them, the words sounded like a lie.

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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun

She had heard whispers in the wind, tossed about as haphazardly as seeds trying to sprout. The Falls is gone, the breeze said, giggling amid the gossip of some ring of mares here and some bachelor stallion there. She had turned at every mention, gaze narrowing with uncertainty and therefore distrust.

It's an impressive thing, to lose a herd land. She doesn't take the word of it lightly, and it's only when the whispers threaten to yell that decides to see for herself.

Except, there's not much to see. Just a place that used to be full of horses and now was so empty it was unsettling. It felt like there ought to be ruin to match the ghostly silence, some visible story of the wreckage of everyone's lives. Not that Ampere wanted war, but at least that'd make sense, at least that would be something. This was just, it was nothing. So devoid of anyone, of everything, it felt like the herd had never built up all its history and all its people. It was unnerving to think a culture could be eradicated just like that, and no one would be the wiser.

All on the whim of a god?

"His land," Kygo pointed out, his sleek green body flitting in the tree tops above Ampere as she slowly walked through the foliage. She glanced up at the bird, unable to see him, his body meant to camouflage with habitat like this. "Don't you think it stops being his after he's given it to them for so long? They made it their own," Ampere responded aloud, needing something to break the haunting atmosphere of abandonment. Kygo seemed to pause and really consider this, but either he had no answer and chose to change the subject, or he legitimately got distracted by the scenery. "Why not live here?" he asked. Ampere snorted at this, shaking her head vigorously until it all rolled down her body. "Aren't you listening, no one lives here any more," she retorted plainly. The parrot puffed up his feathers and mimicked her shake, swaying on a tree branch. "No," he interrupted her thoughts, "why not us live here," he tried to clarify, reaching out to fiddle with a nearby frond.

Ampere tilted her head, trying to understand the bird's intent. He had a point - even if no one was here now, this place had held a herd and was arguably one of the nicest places to live. Ampere had lived in the wilds when she first came here, although that was so long ago now she had forgotten some of the finer details of the hardships of living on one's own, a key part of that had been scrounging up survival on lands not meant to sustain a herd, and maybe not even her. In this place though she supposed they could live comfortably. Kygo was certainly better suited for this landscape than the desert where he had little coverage and stuck out like a slut's tail.
"We have a home," Ampere affirmed, leaving no room for discussion. "And now Zekle doesn't. We need to find him," she reminded the bird of their whole reason for being here. Ampere couldn't give two shits about the Falls really, but she had cared enough to see for herself because her son had been here. Where was he now?

"Someone," Kygo alerted, pausing in his foliage frolic. Ampere stopped too, cocking her head.
"Sssss," Kygo added a belated plural, signifying the second horse he saw. Ampere moved towards his perch, the leaves giving way around her larger body mass. She disrupted him and he swung down, grabbing her mane as she pressed herself out into the open.

Ampere stood tall, her blue gaze swiftly scanning both horses and their bonded companions. Her stare lingered however on the one she recognized.
"Sikeax," Ampere greeted with no reservations on her tone. The sound was tight, punctuated with the thin line her lips fell into afterwards. It was a typical expression for her errant children, whenever they had proven to disappoint her.

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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
the sea soul

She has so much hate, and none of it feels right. It burns a blackish hole in her and digs deep, so much that Hobgoblin is choking on the ash in his lungs and wheezing on the fumes of her destruction. It halts him in his tracks. It takes the world out from underneath his cemented feet and whirls it out into the future without him, and while he’s left reeling, it goes and moves on without him because she’s walking away and he’s sitting stupid in a pond, melting in the humidity and she’s so far and -


He leaps into his own form of a breakneck sprint and explodes into nothingness for seconds on end until his body floats back to him in a cloud. All of this occurs in a blink of an eye, but to him, it’s an eternity, a thousand years spent as nothing and all
without Sikeax.

“Please.” The word is dirty. A cringe exhumes itself from the aftermath of it and only shows up mentally, a ghost making up his face as he stares blankly into the spot that she has walked into, having already disappeared. ‘Come back. Don’t go. I can’t stand being without you.’ nearly follows suit, but instead finds itself sitting beside him in the storm, sighing, broken, beaten down because none of this is making sense.

Is all of this because he thought they were better than this? Did they think of each as better than this?

Neither draws up an answer, and both of them, in their own personal, private ways, know that it’s not worth thinking up one.

One quick look into her eyes and reality is back. The joints in his legs are stiff and the water is soaking into his dampened body, and he finds himself nearly shivering despite how warm the weather is. Another long drag on the cigarette of their bond and he’s back into something new.

She barely even takes note, but it's not like she's supposed to these days.

When speaking in terms of emotions, everything has morphed into the hardened agony of marble. Not a moment is spared in hiding how she feels either, staring at the first of the pair with rough features, a tight line drawing lips that quietly yell a father’s hard disappointment, taunt brows over sapphires. Her horn’s glow brings out the rigidness of the lines. The only movement to be found is when the wind blows with enough strength to move her hair, and how her eyes trail the gradual reach for something under their wing.

The threats fall flat. Fear doesn’t brew up in her belly and send her anxiety hailing. No, Sikeax has nothing to fear here except for herself.

“Neither am I.” climbs its way out of her lips when the tired palm of her words meets the edge of her lips. Hobgoblin is slow in making his arrival. He comes from the trees in silence, antlered head turning with slow grace as he takes in the sight.

For a brief moment, he feels the void take him in. His mind lets him go limp and the only sound is the distance in Sikeax’s heartbeat in his head but not in his ears, and the storm typically raging in the waters of his emotions has died. He’s not sure why it happens, but the sensation is comforting while it lasts, and he sinks into the depths of the darkness until rock bottom is met and her hand is diving down to grab him, pulling him up.

He resurfaces to gasp in the air of aged anger, but the air is stiff and sour. There’s a dull taste in it.

Ampere doesn’t stir up anything for her. She lets herself sit in the same boat that Hobgoblin is sitting in currently, upset for how he has to suffer just like her and how she wishes that for once she could even dissociate alone. Singularity isn’t something she knows anymore.

Unlike her last group meeting, there aren’t multiple faces to be worn. Ampere doesn’t make her jump for joy, or draw out the eternal, deep longing rage that screams REVENGE like Hobgoblin might have wanted if things were different, but those times feel like they’ve left the universe entirely. They’re tired, and rest is a pitiful request on their shared, cracked lips, longing for it as if it was water in the desert. Areli isn’t making her suspicious. She doesn’t even care that her name is out there at the moment because fuck it, who’s to say it matters anymore?

All that she wants to do is stare with a blank expression that possibly tints itself with pleas of loneliness and sips at sadness. Her anger is done, having ran her to her emotional grave now.

“Ampere.” Her name is flat-lining on her voice but there’s no final scream of revival(of what?) before death.

Worry rises up but simply out of the fear of being rude. Here she and Ampere clearly know each other, but their company is left to stand the probable awkwardness of being left out of the mix.

So comes her first real sign of life. She lets herself dip into the lukewarm waters of embarrassment with the falling of her ears, the borderline rough tuck of the corner of her lip as she thinks for a second.

What would you call her? A mental shrug of the shoulder, and she’s fucked.

“And you are?” The pipes in her throat rise one note higher, having climbed another by the end of her sentence. Hobgoblin briefly shuffles in her tension, and she nearly joins him out of habit, but has little energy to put forward, instead choosing to waste it in hopes of finding a way out.

OOC: Hobgoblin's forms go from leopard seal, serval, wendigo.


can you remember who you were
before the world told you who you should be?

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you were angels,
so much more than everything

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