[SWP]  darkness in the way you sing

Arcana

y/o xsmall Male

Save Atlahua !



HP gained: 0
HP needed: 100

Moss rock canyon is flooding!

Silence came like a blessed reprieve to those caught unaware of the pain of a God, the animals which carried on sipping from the life blood of Atlahua without a second thought, who sung of their children and their herds; a bugle noise that trumpeted over the land come the rising sun that gleamed sharp, vibrant colors over the blue horizon. The heavens today, however, weeped, and their weeping turned to blood, and that blood dyed the skies in a deep, hardened crimson that brushed the clouds with pink and glinted harshly along the Canyon; the unfortunate target of ire.

A hushed breathe, held within heavy lungs a laden weight.

The breeze had long fallen quiet, the rushing river once uninterrupted slowing to a near-halt. The water which normally flowed out to sea turned backwards, rushing aggressively backwards into Nidria as a mournful cry heralded on the ocean currents which drifted through the valley, now constricted with pain and suffocating, with a song so hurt it caused even the minnows to cry in their silent voices beneath the water's surface.

It was then that a low rumble shook the very confines of the earth, rocking the soil come thunder, come rain, with ferocious protest enough to knock the stones from their perches and crumble the Canyon wall with orchestral crescendo; an exhalation of briney air fluctuating from the open waters like a whimpering sigh as the torrent rushed in.

Waves rolled over each other, pushing the one in front of it out of the way as it consumed the mossy walls of the land in its deep, dark depths. It devoured rock, grass, deer, birds, taking life in its pain as it shoved palm after palm of blue waves to thrash and shake against the sides of the mainland, leaking its tears onto the land with ferocity yet helpless to the agony it bore; moaning and howling all manner of terrible, beautiful noise in the wake of Atlahua's pain.

Your wolves cannot ignore this and the only way to stop it is by donating together 100hp! Each post your character is actively pouring their magick (using their spells) into the storm is worth +10 toward Atlahua's health pool and -10 from your characters! Survive the storm AND aid the god! Altahua may cry in your wolf's head for help, guide them on what to do. 

Each round will consist of HP gained toward Atlahua and potential damage rolls from the storm. Time is not on your side, lingering about will only result in your character taking needless damage. 

This thread is open to all! First round ends in one week! That's April 27th

Reply

Silver

8 y/o large Male
Rai, Male Bat
A shining crescent far beneath the flying vessel. 
So violently were they forced from their home upon the great Father's back. The cause did not seem extremely apparent the moment his cries filled the air, causing them all to shrink down before the ground beneath them began to shake. It was a choice they did not have long to make... Flee their home or die staying with the God they had grown to adore. Though it was terribly sad, the choice was obvious. Life was too precious a thing to simply throw away and the moon priest knew that Atlahua would not want it to be wasted on something as foolish as simply not wanting to leave their home. It was with desperate pleas that he tried to urge all of the islanders away, knowing that many were well accustomed to the water.

But even he could not stay. Soon the winds picks up and made flight and vision difficult to say the least. In due time, he was forced to move away from his beloved home as well, his heart aching as he flew toward the mainland, much to his own chagrin. It was relief that overtook him when he was able to land once again, stopping for a moment to rest and catch his breath. It was immediate that the serene peacefulness caught his attention and loathing filled him. Their lands did not shake, nor did their sky fill with harsh rain and wind. But he could still hear his Father's cries resonating within his chest. The storm was coming and he had to wonder if perhaps this was all for a reason. A punishment on those who had somehow caused this? For a moment he wondered if perhaps he should simply take shelter and watch from afar as they got exactly what they deserved. But the pain the God was in could not be ignored. No more.

Claws digging in to earth below, the feathers about his body suddenly lit up, streams of light extending as he flared up in his anger and determination as silver eyes stared at the approaching storm. Already the wind around him was picking up. He wasted no more time as he took to the skies once again. Though he did not know what to do entirely, he could sense His pain deeper within the storm. Was that were he hid? Releasing a summoning howl, he cried out for any of his fellow islanders that might somehow be nearby. As he did, the glow that seemed to surround him grew even brighter, flashing out with a healing light that he directed toward the middle of the storm, praying it would somehow reach Atlahua and soothe him to know that at least one of His children were here trying to help.


Ooc// Used his skill Healing Light to send it toward the storm in the hopes it would reach the god.

Reply

Tsura

4 y/o medium Male

It would have been so easy to fall to despair; succumb to the irrefutable pain that the Father was suffering. It resonated in his cries, painting the sky bloody and black; the dark, terrible side of His power that so many knew not of. How oft it was, for those who turned their prayers to the Gods to seek kindness, patience, from the great Father. To most, water represented tranquility and healing, the opposing force to the rage of fire; yet, to the Islanders, he was balance; destruction and creation, bringer of life, and taker of it. Just as all life was said to have come from the sea, so too did it have the power to devour the world, claiming land to its depths and drowning the heavens. It was spoken of in the old tales, whispered amongst the generations, the duty of his kin for as long as they had dwelt within the grace of the Gods Island. And now, it was as though those warnings had come to pass, nightmares come to life. But how? What had caused such a horrific wound to the Father that he would dye the seas red? None upon the island would never have done such a thing, their very lives tied to his presence. Outsiders? The Mainlanders?

It was no deep secret that no love was given to the mainlanders. Their ways strange, many sharing stories of their families fleeing from prosecution or seeking better lives where none were forthcoming amongst conflict. Tsura remembered his fathers words, cautiously speaking of uncertainties they could not possibly know, isolated as they were, but, he could see it in his eyes that even he doubted. It was perhaps why so many had never made the journey to the mainland, that distant shadow upon the horizon, another world that had neither a place, nor desire in his heart. Since coming to its shores, Tsura had sought out others, separating from Muirgen siblings to seek out others who would have been washed ashore, or perhaps, those who had taken shelter amongst the cliffs. A few had shown up, exhausted, some with minor wounds, while others, had yet to make an appearance. He held out hope for them; they all knew the will of the sea. If its currents had gotten the best of them; they knew how to navigate its power.

As much as Tsura wished to return to the earth, to rest and mourn, it seemed the Father however would demand more of them. His cries... had not ceased, they seemed to only grow louder with each passing moment, drowning out even the waves crashing against the black shores. Perhaps had he been a lesser man, he could have turned his back upon those cries, content with obligation to family; but, how could anyone not answer his cries, the very entity who shaped his world, his beliefs, his people? Each breath ached against his sore ribs as Tsura looked to the storm, coming ever closer, pushing immense waves upon the beach. He knew this storm was of Atlahuas' making, its presence far too familiar to be anyone else. A means to protect himself, to fight back? To the Great Turtle, the sea was but an extension of his body. Perhaps... His wings beat against the strong winds as he slowly inched forward, only to flinch back at a blinding light ahead, turning the horizon a stark contrast of black and white. 

'Share your strength child.'

Startled, blinking against the daze of the light, Tsura looked around, seeking the source of the voice, only to find none near; none but... Silver. He was sending his light into the storm. "Share your strength..." Could they... heal the Father? Would they even have the strength to do so? But then; did he really have a choice? Surging ahead, he angled his flight to head towards Silver, his feather tips giving the barest brush in greeting as he soared overhead to glean closer to the storm. If he used the light as an anchor, maybe he could feed his own mists into the vapor created by its path. Like a warm blanket pulled free from its tethers, he unfurled the magic at his core, feeling out along the brilliant path towards the heart of the suffering, a halo of rose blooming from the radiant branch.

OC: tagging
Reply

Arcana

y/o xsmall Male

Save Atlahua !



HP gained: 20
HP needed: 80

Moss rock canyon is flooding!

The pain of the father was too great as the waves crashed across the jagged valley landscape, pushing past the natural boundaries it ravaged and cut along the canyon walls, gouging deep wounds into the cliff face itself. Frothy waters sighed in collective sadness over the area; great winds challenging whose who came to help. Their healing touch was significant, and yet nearly inaudible against the terrible pain that reflected mirror's gaze to the God's own. The mournful howling was but second to the intense roar of the waves as they twisted, knocking into the side of the canyon to sweep across the earth where @Silver  had landed in a bout threatening to take him within the depths of their watery embrace. Ungodly winds raked over the grass, land and sea alike clashing together in a tempestuous mixture of aggression, bringing with it terrible cries that battled with the darkened clouds and the mourning ocean waves. There was but a glimmer of hope as another joined the fray, and the ocean blue calmed for a moment's time, as if receding back in submission or, perhaps, in regret.

And then it was gone again, and the flood raged on.

Your wolves cannot ignore this and the only way to stop it is by donating together 100hp! Each post your character is actively pouring their magick (using their spells) into the storm is worth +10 toward Atlahua's health pool and -10 from your characters! Survive the storm AND aid the god! Altahua may cry in your wolf's head for help, guide them on what to do. 

Each round will consist of HP gained toward Atlahua and potential damage rolls from the storm. Time is not on your side, lingering about will only result in your character taking needless damage. 

This thread is open to all! Second round ends in one week! That's May 8th
Reply

Haidar

4 y/o xlarge Male
Sada, Female Island Fox
Haidar heard the cry but didn't know where or what it was. His mind sucked into a deep slumber in a bundle of leaves. He laid on the branch in the middle of the woods. His body dangling just right to keep him in the tree but if brushed to the left or the right he would go tumbling down. This was wen the cry first reached his ears. It was soft from where he was and almost missed by his sleeping form but just as the pain echoed over the hills so did a great wind rush forward and knock him from the branch. His body rolling forward and landing with a loud thud upon his side. 

Jolted awake now, his head spun from side to side trying to groggily figure out what just occurred. "Saba.. Saba." He mumbled and looked up into the tree. His little fox companion sitting on the branch staring off into the distance in what looked to be horror. Her features taunt and pale as another bout of wind shook the branches. "What is it Saba?" He yelled up to her. He felt an ache of fear start in his heart, one the grew with the next cry from the sea. When the sound of it reached him he too flicked his head and raised his ears.. "What is that.." He mumbled out loud trying to wrap his head around the idea of something so huge. 

He felt off, almost afraid to go out a seek the adventure he usually did. This was the perfect adventure scene and yet he didn't want to go. He wanted to hide from it like a puppy hearing the cries of war. "This is a god's cry." Came the voice of his familiar. She was next to him now staring at him with eyes that pleaded for help. Ones that told him everything he needed to know and when she offered herself to his maw to take flight.. He knew something was seriously wrong. Quickly he snatched her up in his jaws and started off in a run. His running was fast but not as fast as the wind. As he picked up speed his body lifted into the air, his paws now surfing the winds. 

As he got closer to the scene he noticed the oceans were having a tantrum and a few wolves had already made it there. They where casting their powers into the wind? He was so confused but the same time relieved that he wasn't the only one here. Haidar used his powers to navigate the high winds and tried to send funnel the power of the storm right back into the ocean. His face contorting as he tried to redirect the hurricane strength winds into the tides rolling up onto the beach. If he was gonna do something it would be to help them to do.. Whatever they were doing. "Watch out." He growled loudly, gritting his teeth and trying to hold the reins of this current. Its movements jolting around and bucking just like a wild horse.
Reply

Silver

8 y/o large Male
Rai, Male Bat
A shining crescent far beneath the flying vessel. 
The only thing that existed was the pounding of his own heart in his chest and the roaring of the winds around him for several moments. He was alone, helplessly sending blasts of healing light in to the storm that might or might not be reaching the great turtle. Anyone else might have felt like a fool he supposed though he did not care. He did not see any of the other islanders around. Would any mainlanders care enough to want to come to his aid? Would they even know what to do if they did come? He spat in disgust at the thought. Their help wasn't needed. They were likely the cause of all of this anyways. They didn't deserve to be here.

It was only a few moments later that a familiar figure flew past him and relief flooded him at the sight of Tsura. Good, he wasn't alone. There was someone else to try and help him aid the father. Quickly he let his gaze sweep below, searching for any other familiar figures only for his heart to drop a bit. No one else had come. Were they just not near here? Or had something bad happen to them? No, he couldn't think negative like that. Everyone had gotten out. They were fine, if not completely unharmed. They just were tired or not close enough to hear. Yeah, sure...

His distraction was something he could not afford. Turning to glance back, a particularly harsh gust of wind struck him, sending him in to a dive. No, this was fine. His feathers were oil slick thanks to the fish that was often consumed on the island. He could easily recover from a dive down in to the waves. And he did enter the water well enough though the waters were foreign to him and rougher than anticipated. What should have been a clean, easy dive beneath before emerging back up was put on pause as he struck rock from the crumbling cliff, causing a gasping snarl beneath the water to allow water to enter his mouth and lungs.

Choking and sputtering, he tossed and turned in the currents, nearly having his body thrown against the rocks in a deadly manner before he managed to resurface. Get up or its all over. Though his body screamed for rest, he forced his wings to work before they could become fully soak with water, making them too heavy. Within moments he was airborn again, his flight unsteady but there nonetheless. This wouldn't stop him, not when He was crying out still. Stubbornly, another blast of light released from him toward the storm, wincing a bit at the sharp pain in his body and head as the energy was expended in attempt to heal.


Ooc// Used his skill Healing Light to send it toward the storm in the hopes it would reach the god.

Reply

Arcana

y/o xsmall Male

Save Atlahua !



HP gained: 40
HP needed: 60

Moss rock canyon is flooding!

Unfortunately @Silver is forced to back down from the fight after giving the god the last bit of energy he can manage, he is too weak to continue! The storm rages on, the winds violently whipping @Tsura around causing a small bit of damage to the winged male! @Haidar faces the brunt of the storm this time, the current he rides violently tossing him off and back to the ground below quite roughly at that!

Your wolves cannot ignore this and the only way to stop it is by donating together 100hp! Each post your character is actively pouring their magick (using their spells) into the storm is worth +10 toward Atlahua's health pool and -10 from your characters! Survive the storm AND aid the god! Altahua may cry in your wolf's head for help, guide them on what to do. 

Each round will consist of HP gained toward Atlahua and potential damage rolls from the storm. Time is not on your side, lingering about will only result in your character taking needless damage. 

This thread is open to all! Third round ends in one week! That's May 27th
Reply

Xena

5 y/o xlarge Female
Ethio, Male Ocelot
 

Her flight during the day was quite calming, letting the air currents take her wherever they pleased. She preferred night gliding but her schedule for sleep had been interrupted by two certain familiars and a daughter waking her. So with that being said, she left the three after spending sometime with them. Orbs of a sickly green, scanned the world below as she set out and the earth changed slowly. It was only once she came upon the canyon did she land to give her wings a break. They folded to her sides as she began walking and observing the area. The walls of the canyon were tall, almost as if they had been carved out by the river that flowed through it. Some prey roamed about, but she was not hungry. Instead she continued to follow the source but she eventually realized it had come to an abrupt halt. 

Curiously, the woman tilted her head before looking ahead. Something wasn't right, her steps led her further but soon viridescent orbs widened as a low rumble could be heard and earth started crumbling down the canyon walls. Leaping into the air, to avoid any rocks, she found herself having to put in more effort against the harsh winds. What was causing it? It was soon evident when a wave could be seen rushing down the canyon. Her first thoughts were to get away. But there was a sort of anguish within the air. Like it almost beckoned her to do something, anything to stop the pain. With a huff she flapped her large appendages to soar her three-legged form forward.

Drawing closer, she noticed two wolves already trying to stop the wave from causing anymore damage. Then she noticed another wolf, it did not seem to have wings and yet it rode the turbulent currents as best it could. Giving a brief shake of her head, she growled heading to help, drawing in what shadows she could muster from crevices, she sent them toward the storm, eyes slightly closed as one of the male's sent a beam of bright light.

Tags
"Speaking" | Thinking | "Ethio Speaking"
table © freakshow
[Image: Tanixena.png]
Reply

Haidar

4 y/o xlarge Male
Sada, Female Island Fox
His body was begining to feel like it had been running for ages, his powers taking in all the energy and without another word the air seemed to answer his pains. Almost out of the blue one of the winds tossed him up and then slammed his ribs into the sand. His breath left him gulping for air. He felt like nothing was broken but holy boulders did it hurt. Quickly he dragged his body to his feet, his mind still foggy with the hit to the ground. He managed to jump back a few paces just in time to miss a low rolling wave and think about his options. He was already tired from the exertion of flight in these nasty winds.. His brain stopped on an idea.. But it was a dangerous one. One he might not come back from but with the other wolves.. His eyes searched for them but couldn't see anyone but the newest addition on the other side of the waves. Where were they? 

Slowly he took in a giant breath and aimed his muzzle directly into the next on coming wave. His lungs expanding and then pushing out the air at an alarming rate. The waves clashing with the air current pushing it back into the ocean. "Go back to your master" He thought and tried to send the lapping waves back to the voice in his head. The one calling him here with it's screams. Once he expelled the air he had in his lungs he shifted into a less solid version of himself. His body half shifting into air so that his body could rest a minute. The waves sloshing through his empty form. 

(bblllllaaahhhh)
Reply





Hosting by Kaons. Skin by Selkie. Banner by Nikkayla.
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2020 MyBB Group.