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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2021 11:52:55 GMT -7
"Hoping for a sign~"
A sound startles her awake. Around her the forest of Nomalanga is dark and quiet. Too quiet. The eerie calmness do not calm the ebony girl’s nerves. She is utterly aware of how alone and vulnerable she is, that knowledge had not allowed her to catch much sleep, nor had she been able to truly rest ever since the ground had started shaking underneath her hooves. Her fear and nervous state of mind had kept her awake as long as she had been able to, drowsing sometimes as exhaustion caught up with her. And from that light sleep she is suddenly awoken.
A nervous, soft sound comes from the back of her throat. Spooked out by the strange state of the dark, mist covered forest – it is more scary than it normally is – she cowers in the darkness as she backs away a little. Ears flick around in an attempt to catch the sound’s origin, but the eerie silence stretches on. Her body is trembling and Nëya has dropped her head low to the ground, everything to make herself as small as possible, and at the same time still ready to bolt if needed. Anybody would see that she wouldn’t get far, but it would not stop the blind girl from trying if her instincts tell her to run.
Except she finds herself frozen in place as she recognizes his soft, but still clear voice. “Well well, what do we have here?” She does not need sight to know that he is smirking. They had found her. Instantly Nëya starts chewing on nothing, in a way in which a foal would express innocence and say ‘I’m little, don’t hurt me’. It is what she had done so often during the first two years of her life, and always she made herself as small as she possibly could. “ P-Please, d-don’t hurt me” she stutters, like she had done so often. “I.. I w-will be g-good.” Her words are answered by an empty laugh. “Tsk, tsk, did our little lamb think she could run away without consequences? Not just blind, but plain stupid.”
She can hear him move, and her hooves scramble underneath her frail body as she attempts to stumble out of reach. Blind panic engulfs her, and Nëya had abandoned all caution. No time to carefully walk and test the ground, no she knows she has to run. It is her only chance. Her hooves find grip, and the young ebony girl turns away from her attacker. Roots and moss do not offer her much footing, making her stumble and slip. And although he got slowed down by it too, he is quick to catch up with her. Mercilessly his teeth sink into her rump, causing her to cry out in pain and fear. Her legs momentarily give out underneath her and that is enough to slow her down and for the stallion to come stand beside her. “Running away was both the smartest and dumbest thing you ever did in your miserable life” he hisses just before his teeth sink into her crest firmly. Without too much effort he drags her forward at the crest and mane. “P-please, no! K-Kira, I’d do an-anything!” she cries out sobbing, struggling in a weak attempt to break free. But he is just too strong. Kira has always been much stronger than her. Taller too, and he was twice her age. A stallion in the prime of his life.
He does not reply to her plea, instead tosses her on the ground in a little clearing. Mist hovers above the ground, but it are the unseen watchful eyes from the darkness of the forest around them that spook her more. Nëya scrambles to get up, knowing full well that it would be her death if she simply stayed put. Had she not chosen to run away from ‘home’ all those years ago because she had a gut feeling they would kill her if she stayed? Her head is pounding as she pushes up, but the girl does not make it till full height when he is down on her. His chest collides with her shoulder, knocking her over to the side with ease, and the impact is enough to slam all air out of her lungs. The ebony girl is not given any time to recover as his sharp teeth tear at her flesh. Tears of agony and fear are rolling down her cheeks, clouding her already poor vision till the point that she could as well be truly blind. She wriggles, rolls, and her hooves scramble at the ground, everything to get away from him. But Kira does not stop, nor slow down. She is beaten, kicked, bitten. Her sides are trembling and her breathing is laboured as he stands over her. “We should have killed you the day you were born.” His words are followed by a kick to the head, one strong enough to crush her skull and kill her.
What she had been so afraid of ever since she had fled the lands of her birth had come true. It is her brother, her tutor and ‘caretaker’, who had gladly taken care of the burden that he carried with him for too long.
She should not have been able to open her eyes, and yet, Nëya blinks her heavy eyes open slowly. A soft groan escapes past her lips. Her body is sore, her head aches, and the side of her head feels sticky. With effort she rolls on her belly. The ebony girl does not yet push up, but instead rubs her muzzle along her front knee, in an attempt to get rid of an itch and uncomfortable feeling. Blood. The irony scent is clear in the air and it hits her. Blood. Her blood. Having realised it Nëya cannot hold back the cough, and it is not just air that she coughs up, but also more spatters of blood.
Very tentative her ears twitch, and turn, searching for sounds that could tell her where she was. Although it feels like she is lying down on something not too uncomfortable, she hears a vague rumbling sound, sometimes accompanied by a hissing noise. Nëya does not know either of those sounds. The humidity is something she has never really experienced, but the heath is something she does know. It is offers her a strange tiny bit of comfort, it does not matter how uncomfortable it is, it is something she knows among the many uncertainties. Her sight does not offer her any insights either, the darkness is too absolute for her poor eyes.
Instinct is what drives her to stand up. She has to bite through the pain and her body does not seem to be willing to cooperate. The ache of her head turns into a nasty throb and it feels like she stands swaying, it is a struggle to keep her balance even with wide spread feet. Simply getting up has her out of breath, that is how badly Nëya is not in shape. Just when she takes a few hesitant and slow steps in a random direction to figure out where she is, a voice comes from the darkness. “Pathetic.” The spoken word makes her flinch, and her ears flick back insecure and scared. Before she had thought herself alone, but his presence now bears down on her. Gasping for breath she cowers, backing away with her head lowered. “I.. I..” Her lips part to speak, but she does not find the words, only stammers a bit before wailing softly while she back away further, trembling in fear and agony. “You’re a disgrace for the world.” The words are judgemental as well as dismissive, and he sounds a little bored.
His presence is not worldly, holy would be a better description. But there is no warmth accompanied with his being. Instead its dark and evil, and he steps forward in the darkness. A dark silhouette surrounded by a red/orange glow, like a burning fire, but Nëya does not see or notice any fire. His stare, however, burns right into her hide. She is so small, literally nothing compared to him. Silence lingers, feeling like hours pass, but in reality it are mere seconds. “Hell,” is his verdict, and as suddenly as he came, he also disappears.
Character Nëya Tagged A z z y - Halloween Writing Event! Note Wordplosion. Cursive are Kira's words, bold are Nëya's words and underlined ar the god's words. Credits Bust by Poloniium
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2021 12:28:26 GMT -7
"Instead there is only silence,"
For a moment she stands alone in the eerie darkness. She does not smell or hear anything, except for a soft rumbling coming from the ground deep below. Nëya is trembling, and tears are rolling down her cheeks. It is impossible for the ebony girl to process what has just happened. Had the unknown, dark god condemned her to hell? But that meant that she was dead, truly dead. Kira had killed her.
“They found me..” she whispers hoarsely to herself. After two years they had finally caught up with her, and Thanantos had not been around to keep them at bay. Thinking of the one brother that had loved her – one not related by blood, but family nonetheless – makes her eyes tear up. What had become of him? Had they attacked him too? She should have been a good girl, she should have stayed and died when they had wanted to get rid of her, then Thanantos would still be safe. Then Caeleste would still have been safe.
The sound of her cries cover the growing rumbling sound of the ground underneath her feet at first. Slowly it grows louder and louder, till a point at which the ebony girl cannot longer focus on her tears. Not entirely willingly she quiets down, her form trembling and shaking, as her ears nervously flick around. W-wh-what is ha-hap-pening? she wordlessly wonders, just before the ground underneath her feet gives away.
She falls and falls. Her mane and tail following her fall, and her cries carving the path into the unknown darkness. There is simply nothing. Nothing to grab on to, just darkness and it felt like an endless fall. Nëya does not hear anything – except the sobs and cries escaping from her hoarse throat – and neither does she feel, smell, taste or see a thing. The darkness that surrounds the ebony girl is absolute and nothing terrifies her more. The little sight she has is something she relies on, just as her sensitive hearing, sense of smell and the way she uses careful touches to move around.
And then, as suddenly as the ground had given out underneath her feet, she grounds again. Her legs carry the weight of her body again, and she can actually feel again. The sense of smell, sight, taste and sound are gone, or more like it feels like it’s beyond her reach. It is there, but muddled, and untouchable. “H-hello?” she calls out. Nëya can feel the air passing her lips, and she knows she has spoken, but her ears do not detect any sound. This shakes her, terrifies more than anything else has ever in her life. And she has had a life based on fear and agony. But this, this is different. The things she had learned to rely on, all gone. W-what is wrong? She was going nuts. I can’t hear myself. No. No. No. No. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Chasing the darkness Nëya stumbles forward, her hooves hitting solid but invisible ground, as she goes faster and faster. Like she tries to outrun the nothingness that surrounds her, no engulfs her.
They are here. Of that she is sure. Her demons have followed her, are chasing her, pushing her further and further forward. When she stumbles, it is because of fear and exhaustion, as there is simply nothing in the nothingness that crosses her path. But eyes, eyes are burning in her skin, making her feel the hatred and heath that chases her. “Noooooooooooo!”
Character Nëya Tagged A z z y - Does this count as 'what they discover in hell'? In her case nothing? Note Cursive are Nëya's thoughts, bold are her words. Credits Bust by Poloniium
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2021 14:28:33 GMT -7
"Can't you hear my screams?"
“Nooooooo~ ooooo~ ooo~” The echo of her own voice sounds eerie in the nothingness that surrounds her. But it is not the only sound. The ground underneath her hooves is wet, and Nëya slowly grows aware of it. She can feel some kind of liquid wetting her legs as droplets are send flying when her hooves land on the ground. Not just that, she can even hear it splash as she runs. Just as the sound of her own breathing, which suddenly sounds loud to her ears. However, in her blind panic she is not aware of this all. She runs and runs, kicking her shaking legs forward, as she flees from the burning eyes that seem to haunt and chase her. Tears are rolling down her cheeks, but she has no breath left to waste on sobs.
“Nëya!” Suddenly softly echoes through the darkness. It is then that the ebony girl suddenly realises that her sense of hearing has returned. Thanantos! Without really realising it she comes to a halt, panting loudly and at the same time her ears turn and twist around in an attempt to catch any other sound. “Thana!” she cries out in return, but the only thing she hears is the echo of her own voice. Oh no. No this cannot be. They cannot have hurt him, it simply cannot be. Not Thanantos. Not her knight in shining armor. “THANA!” she yells, not at all caring that she might be drawing attention to herself. “W-wwhere a-are you?” she silently cries.
No reply comes.
For a while she stands there shaking, crying softly to herself. She is paralysed by fear and grief. They had their hands on Thanantos, as she is suddenly very alone in the nothingness. No staring eyes, no grabby hands, nothing. Just the sound of her tears dropping in the water. Wait. Water? No. No water. It smells more tangy than that, metallic even. Blood. All that time she had been running in a huge, shallow pool of blood. Her nostrils flare as her thoughts stray in a direction that she does not at all like. Thanantos’ blood, I have to find him! And off she is again. This time not running blindly, but trying to follow her nose. Not just to follow the mell of blood, but the scent of the one she cares for deeply. “I.. I’m coming!”
Her search feels like it is taking hours and hours, but time is a strange concept in hell. The time that has passed here, is just mere hours till a couple of days on earth. Her exhaustion is real however, and when she hears a soft cough coming from her right, it really is a miracle. “Thana!” she whispers, scrabbling towards the ebony and ivory knight’s body. Tears that had stopped are now rolling down her cheeks again as she softly presses the velvet of her nose against Thanantos’ shoulder. “N-Nëya, you’re here. No, no tears, I’m okay.” is his soft reply, one that does not help her settle her worries at all. The way his voice breaks every now and then does not convince her either. “We.. we have to get you out of here,” she whispers, nudging his shoulder as to put power to her words. “You can lean on me.” Even to her her words sound ridiculous. Thanantos is not only much taller than her, he is much heavier too, and truth to be told, Nëya lacks muscles. “No,” he tells her. No? “Pl-please T-thana, just.. just get up?” she begs, her blind gaze trying to find his pleading. But he does not even attempt to rouse. Instead, his breathing becomes more laboured, as if he is struggling to get air. “Take this, Nëya, it is yours. You are the one to which the Zoroastrian heirloom belongs, it.. it will take you home.”
Until then Nëya had not realise that her necklace had been missing. Relief washes over her, but it is only for a short while. The price for her necklace is Thanantos’ life. “No,” she whispers, shaking her dark head in denial. No. “Just.. just get up Th-” Nëya does not get to get to finish her sentence, as he silences her gently. “Yes, Nëya, go.. go home, for both of us.” And with that he slips the finely spun silver chain around her neck. He grunts loudly as his body lands on the ground again, it hat cost him a lot of energy. With tears in her eyes Nëya’s lips find the sapphire pendant, searching comfort in its familiarity.
“Home,” is the last thing that she hears, as the nothingness around her dissolves. Once more there is no ground underneath her feet, but unlike the first time, it does not feel like she is falling. Instead she is floating. And goes up, instead of down. Faster and faster she goes, and the darkness becomes brighter, even to her bad eyes, till to point that the light and warmness engulf her.
With a sharp intake of air she wakens. Her body is shaking and she feels cold, terribly cold, while at the same time her coat is wet and hot with sweat. Nëya’s body is tense, searching for any sign of life around her. But other than the sounds of the forest that has been her home for the last few days, she hears nothing. Nor does she smell anything out of the ordinary, and her bed of soft moss is still the same. A nightmare? Had it all just been a nightmare?
But.. but it felt so.. so real.
Character Nëya Tagged N/a Note Cursive are Nëya's thoughts, bold are her words, cursive and "" are Thanantos' words. Credits Bust by Poloniium
Overview:Post 1 - 1391 words Post 2 - 583 words Post 3 - 932 words Total words: 2906 Additional Points Objectives:Birds of a feather – meeting Thanantos – 700 WE points (Thanantos' joining is not complete, please scratch out if it does not count) One way ticket – Her necklace is the portkey – 1000 WE Points Raining Blood – 500 WE points Total: 2200 WE Points
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