Preface: This ORP is intended to give some direction to the Fallen Angels as well as open up RP opportunities for those who may have been stumped on how to get started with their characters in the setting.
Goals of this RP:
This RP will provide an in-character reason for the scattered Fallen to find one another, for any who may have been struggling with this factor. Two late-coming Fallen will arrive on the Isle, providing an RP explanation for their belated appearance. The Fallen will be able to come together and focus their efforts in a unified direction: making a new home for themselves in this strange land. Get everyone on the same page regarding the backstory and setting so that they can more easily settle into playing these new types of characters.
This RP will take place a short time (approx. a week or two tops) after the arrival of the first group of Fallen. Presumably, they may still be scattered and disorganized, though some will have found each other, others may not have yet. The arrival of the last two will be easily noticed by those who have already come through, providing an opportunity for them all to find one another in the same place.
RP intro to follow this post + tags for all Fallen players.
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:24 pm
Naya'il had waited long enough.
The previous escape had seemed a success, as far as he could tell. It had been...possibly a couple of weeks. Living in eternal darkness, one had to find new ways to measure time, but it could only be approximate at best. The problem was that after the excitement had faded, the tedium had returned, as it did. While it would have been far too suspicious to act again so soon, the fact was that the boredom weighed heavier on him than the oppression under the cats ever did.
The first escape had been a test. There had been no guarantee of success, or even survival. While he still could not be sure the others had survived the process, they had managed to make it out of imprisonment. Not that they seemed to have any way to get a message back from wherever they had gone. Still, if the process had been an utter failure, they would have found corpses at the scene, not just abandoned, curse-ridden excuses for what were once called hearts.
And he knew well that hearts had been all that had been found. Afterall, he'd needed a way to bribe the gluttonous cat to abandon his post for the time they'd needed to attempt this. He'd not mentioned this deal to the ones he'd sent on ahead. He had a feeling they'd have had issues with this deal, though he personally couldn't contemplate why. It wasn't as if they needed the useless things anymore. After such a feast, the greedy fool had been all too eager to make another deal. Naya'il had promised him two more delicacies if he'd take a scheduled break from the cell between shifts. Oh, and accidentally leave his key by the door. He'd noted some of the difficulties the others had had in the first attempt with the shackles. He'd rather avoid that hassle.
He'd neglected to mention that he'd be taking his leave this time, leaving the ignorant feline to find someone else to make deals with in the future. Besides, if the fool was smart enough to come up with an alibi for such a grievous blunder, then surely he could manage to find a new supply of Fallen hearts for his gluttonous tastes.
Not a problem for Naya'il to waste his time on.
As the appointed time approached, Naya'il sought out his would-be companion. A female of his kind, he knew little more of her than that. Honestly, she was merely convenient and kept in the same cell, so...suppose it was her luck she was easiest for him to contact about the plan. He'd given her warning before so that she could prepare, then gone about his business right under the cats' noses.
"Get ready...we're leaving here soon..."
The whispered warning was all he gave her before returning to his own preparations. A muffled cough outside the door was followed by the short sound of claws on the floor as the guard left his post. Now. The key had been left within reach outside the door and Naya'il found it swiftly by reaching through the bars and brushing his fingers around the edge of the frame. He didn't need to open the door, that wasn't the plan...they just needed some time alone. He unlocked their shackles, then set to work.
"Follow my lead."
Simple instructions. He reached back over his shoulder, plucking a bleeding feather from his tattered wings with barely a twitch. He was no stranger to pain. Using the feather like a quill, he began drawing out a circle on the floor in his blood, scratching a few symbols around the edge. Then, he laid the feather in the center of the circle. A token, as the sacrifice was yet to come.
For all their lives, they had lived under the pain of the curse laid on them by their captors. Their bodies decaying, their hearts eating at them from within, slowly poisoning them, pulling them closer and closer to death each day...almost welcome with time as an escape from the pain. The terms of the curse had been that the Fallen would only be free from the curse when they left this world. Death was the only escape...or so they believed for ages.
In theory...there was another way. The previous experiment had seemed to work...so now it was time to try it himself.
He drew a silvery blade from hiding. The cold metal in his hands, forged into a simple, deadly weapon's form was reassuring. A weapon was much more useful than an old broken halo after all. He looked the weapon over, searching it for flaws, though he had done so countless times before. Finding none, he began the words of the ritual, holding the blade in one hand and holding his other hand over his diseased heart. When he finished the incantation, he lifted the blade, point to his chest, and hesitated briefly to consider the irony of how his actions seemed counter-intuitive to survival, then drove the blade in deeply.
He may have been no stranger to pain...but this was a new pain entirely.
Doubled over on his knees, he gritted his teeth and fought for breath. Fire raced through his blood, burning...cleansing... The circle on the floor before him burst to life, light flickering like flame wherever he'd drawn with blood. The floor within the circle faded, giving way to a swirling abyss that quickly swallowed the feather offering. A sound like distant thunder rumbled from the abyss below. Was that it? Was it through? The feather lead the way, serving as a sort of path-forger to the other side...a connection to the Fallen soon to follow it.
Gaze flickering only briefly to check that the other was indeed following his actions, Naya'il focused his pain-hazy glare on the abyss below. No turning back now. With a painful deep breath, he cast himself forward into the void.
Falling.
Falling.
Further falling, more than expected...
-WHUMP-
He hit the ground with his shoulder, rolling to minimize damage. Tumbling over and over, he rolled though sand and grass, abrasive and sticking to his skin which was sticky with sweat. The sensation, however, was encouraging.
Sand.
Grass.
How long had it been...?
Blue eyes blinked open and peered from disheveled hair, narrowing immediately...not in suspicion, nor fear of being followed....but to protect from the blinding sunlight.
Sunlight.
Warmth upon his skin, he wasn't sure he'd felt anything so pleasant in his life. Still, there'd be time for that analysis later, He had other concerns first. Like where he was, but first...
Lying on one side, he peered down towards his chest, noticing that it was no longer filling him with excruciating pain. He hadn't quite been expecting what he saw. His fingers traced the edges of the hole, running along one crack towards his stomach. "Well...that's interesting..." he mused, shortly before glancing up at his companion's arrival in the sands beside him. For the first time, he got a look at her in full light, then turned his attention back to their surroundings. They seemed to have landed on some sort of area full of sand, but with grass and trees growing just beyond.
Interesting.
shadica
Congratulations, shadi! Your Fallen has arrived in Telrunya! Soon as you get us a name, we'll get her certed up for you! And feel free to jump into the RP with her as soon as you have a name picked out!
Irish Night Fox
Avner
Wolfs Heart
Eztli
EvilSilverDragon
Hachiko
Teigra
Lahasha / Naya'il
Menelie
Purah
Strawberri Stardust
Samkiel
Fea Line
Thyone
shadica
New Fallen seen above
((There is no obligation to post in this RP. For continuity, the info provided is part of their backstory, however your Fallen's future is in your hands.
The double crack of thunder preceding their arrival would have been heard across the Isle, meaning that the other Fallen would hear and be able to find them. This will allow the Fallen to regroup in one place, however, this is not required. If you have plans to have them struggle to survive on their own, this is fine.
Any questions or concerns, please let me know via PM or IM, Either works.))
Purah had been eking out a double, bittersweet life since his descent into this world. Joyous because his life was now his own, unshackled to the whims of another as before. Miserable because he knew he was supposed to still be up there, and he knew that his beloved still endured the pain and torture that was life among the cat demons.
The feelings canceled out, and Purah felt nothing. Or perhaps that was the hole where his heart used to be. Still, it was almost a delightful numbness, compared to what used to be.
He'd constructed a lean-to type shelter near where he'd landed. He figured that, should his beloved, or anyone else, come through, he'd want to be close by. Food seemed to be plentiful here. He'd never eaten such delicacies as the fruits of the plants of this place in his life. Sometimes he wondered where here was, but it wasn't where he was from, and that was all that mattered.
A few weeks, perhaps, after his arrival, he heard a dual thundercrack and burst from his shelter. He knew what that meant. Such signs had preceded his own arrival. Could it be his beloved? Dual lightning split the sky, and Purah began to sprint in the direction it had come. It was but a short distance away! He had no more room for hope in his chest, but the not knowing would kill him if he didn't find out.
He pushed brushes and trees out of his way as he ran, and eventually arrived where he thought the thunder had dropped the Fallen. There were two of them. He thought he might recognize them, but it was hard to tell in full sunlight. Neither of them were his beloved. His face fell.
"I was hoping you were someone else," he said numbly. Why should he hide it? "But I am glad you have escaped." Which was the truth. The more of them that fell, the less of them there were for the cat demons to torment.
Teigra
shadica
Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 10:19 am
Though they hadn't been in this new land for long, Avner couldn't be happier. Certain wounds or sprains were still tender if he moved in a way, but for the most part he lived daily life without physical pain. That in itself was enough to wake up with a smile on your face. He still fought nightmares and battled with waking in the middle of the night to strange sounds that sent him on high alert, but other than that it seemed like this is what life was suppose to be.
The group had searched for as many days as they could bare before he began to notice the fatigue on their faces. He knew that moving around continuously wasn't what they had come here to do. So they finally chose a nice location surrounded by the best- trees, fruits, water, everything they could ever need or ask for. From there on out they spent a mixture of time on scouting for the others, building shelters/tools/food storages, gathering resources, and scouting. It was a lot for four, but he could see how it changed them. Hope had settled into their eyes even when they didn't find a scrap of evidence of their friends. Still, they knew they had to be out there.
It was one of those rare times where they were all gathered together. Someone had brought a new batch of fruit and Avner decided to break from his work patching a lean-to. He brushed the back on her hand over his forehead, before sinking his teeth into the sweet fruit. He savored the juices as they ran down the back on his throat, filling him with a sense of peace. This is what freedom tasted like. The warm sun on your skin causing a sheen of sweat, others around you working on various jobs they wanted to do, all working as a community together. This is what living was about.
He was lost in thought when the all too familiar sound rang out around them. It caught him so off guard he dropped the fruit at his feet. His head snapped to where the sound came from, his whole body tightening up, did someone else make it over? Hope flooded him and he could feel his feet wanting to race towards the sound, but logic set in quickly. It very well could be one of their captors coming to find them.
He looked back at the others knowing they'd be as frantic as he felt, “I'm going and anyone is welcome to come with me, but it would be wise for someone to watch the camp just in case this isn't one of us. I am not going to hold any one of you back though.” He glanced back into the forest, had he heard two claps? What could that mean? “This could be dangerous. We could end up fighting. So if you feel you're ready for that kind of encounter then do, but we have to go fast so if you haven't practiced your blink to a point where you think you can keep up then just stay here.” He didn't mean to come off so gruff, but he was just ready to go. So with that he nodded at them and blinked out of sight.
When he reappeared about 10 yards away, he was in a stumbling jog. They had all been attempting to reconnect with their powers, slowly, but still attempting. He knew he'd be pushing it today, but he needed to know. Needed to know if their freedom was compromised now or if there would be others that needed them. His jogging leveled out and he huffed in two more breaths before blinking once again. This distance was longer this time, but it was too much and he had to stop for a moment to catch his breath. He leaned against a tree for a moment before he began his jog once more. It went like this for awhile till he was sure he couldn't blink any longer and had to just stick to trusting his feet to carry him. He knew in the long run it had helped, no matter how tired he felt.
He slowed when he was sure he was nearing the spot to allow himself to catch his breath as well as prepare himself for what he may find. He watched his surroundings just as much as he watched where his feet would fall, attempting as much silence as possible. Slowly he neared, crouching behind a bush in order to get a look-
-at Naya'il.
Avner didn't move right away. You'd think someone would burst out of the trees in celebration that another had gotten away, but he couldn't move. He just stared at the group in disbelief, unsure what to make of the emotions rolling around inside of him. He felt the darkness begin to seep in, chuckles ringing in his ears, but he brushed it off. Thankfully at that point Purah appeared with them, breaking Avner's moment. He shook his head and stepped out into the scene.
“Purah!” he called, a huge grin on his face, “So glad to see this island didn't eat you alive.” As he walked up to the group, he laid a firm hand on the other's shoulder. He was so relieved and knew the others would be as well as soon as they saw him. This was the hope of finding the others that had crossed over with them. "Have you seen any of the others?" he asked on a more serious level.
He then seemed to remember the others there and turned to look at the new pair, true relief sounding in his voice, “You made it.” his eyes flickered from Naya'il to the female with him. He couldn't place her, but the more the merrier. He stepped forward holding out a hand to help Naya'il up, “Welcome to freedom. Are you all ready to see your new home?”
'He's here to change things isn't he? Change the perfect little world you've built, hmm?' the darkness mocked.
Teigra
Menelie
shadica
Irish Night Fox Crew
Chatty Regular
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EvilSilverDragon
Intellectual Mage
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 1:12 pm
‘Emotional Burden’
Each time she awoke those words were the first in her mind. Sometimes it was Avner’s voice, sometimes it was her own and others it was her former master. No matter the voice that delivered it, the words pounded her every day. For the others she kept going but the shameful truth of it was that she did it for herself. The idea of being alone terrified her. Even in times when it could have been better to do something on her own, she stayed stuck to the group. The best she felt she could do was hide it from the others, shut down emotionally. It was better that way.
The nightmares didn’t stop, every time she closed her eyes she was back there. Mocking and torment surrounded her but there was a bliss in being separated from it. In the time they were there she started to forget what it felt like. The emotions that being back there should cause were starting to become a distant memory. The hope and happiness Avner had, the closeness that Thyone and Sammykins’ had, those feelings were alien to her even after the time they had freed. There was no relating to the smile he had when he woke, or they shared when they looked at each other.
She had her own break through when she was able to laugh at something and didn’t flinch. The strangest part of the tiny win, was that she didn’t notice it. Once, she even hummed a little, Thyone hadn't been feeling so hot as of real recent and she tired to make her feel better. All she could manage was a few bars before her voice froze.
As they had settled, she continued to do what she could for the group never allowing her to leave her by herself. If everyone went off to gather, she had to tag along with someone. The terror outweighed the words, selfishness keeping her chained to those she considered herself an emotional burden to as every bit as strong as the chains that kept her with the blasted cats.
When the cracks of thunder rang through the land, through her very bones, she froze. As he happened to be in the direction she was currently looking, her eyes locked on Avner, watched the fruit fall as she tensed. It felt like everything in her wanted to run, wanted to get to the location and see who made it through. Yet the stronger pull to not go off by herself kept her rooted firmly until Avner said he was going.
Popping up as the weight was lifted, she raced after Avner. Who made it? Did he finally come through? Was he free of the world that he should have been freed from ages ago? She deserved to be back there, ones such as himself and Avner, the ones able to think of escapes were the ones that deserved to be free. The ones that could be happy deserved to be free.
The first fallen she saw was none other than Naya'il. Her arms started to raise with the smile that blossomed. “Naya’il! You made it!” It was finally safe to say his name, he was here now. With her feet rooted, the words that slithered in her mind weighed down her arms like lead and they fell without her moving forward to greet him.
Avner distracted her then, by calling out another name she knew, “Purah? Oh thank the Day, you are safe!” The worry for the others that had not found their group had been a constant. She knew down to the bone how she would feel by herself in this world and naturally transposed to the others imaging they felt that way.
It was then the female with Naya’il had her attention, “Welcome.” Who was she? A friend or at least someone that was trusted enough to come through when the way was opened again. Someone else freed from that world physically.
Teigra
Irish Night Fox
shadica
Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 5:25 pm
The past fortnight had been rough to be sure...but in comparison to where she'd come from, it seemed almost a casual stroll through a dream...if not for the lingering paranoia. And it wasn't as if she'd struggled through without some help.
She was still surprised by all the things she'd discovered in this short time of exploring this new land. She'd yet to attempt to settle anywhere for more than a day or two...or perhaps three or four in one special case...but her goal had been to see as much of this new land as she could. How did this land compare to their own? She didn't know...but she was sure that this land was far more beautiful and wondrous than the one they'd come from. If one wanted details, well, she couldn't provide that, having never been outside before now...
She'd never mentioned it to the others, nor had she wanted to compare and contrast. But...she'd been born, raised, and lived her whole life in the darkness, beneath the cats' iron claws. Upon arrival, the mystery of 'grass' had kept her fascinated far longer than it should. She'd wondered at the tiny green blades, emerging from the gritty soil beneath, the texture, the smell, the taste...okay taste hadn't been exactly appetizing, but food had been scarce at first until she'd started to get her bearings.
She'd kept to the shadows when she could...though they held fear, they also held a sort of protection. In this bright world, the sunlight felt so good...and yet, in the darkness, one could hide from peering eyes. During the day, she spent time in the light only when she was sure she was alone, else she stayed in shadows if she thought others might be about. Of course, when the sun sank below the horizon and all went dark, the fear returned, every shadow becoming a slinking feline, claws glittering in the low light. Lahasha's intentions had been to learn about this world before allowing it to learn about her. If she was truly on her own here, her survival depended on it. Fortunately, the cats had not followed, as far as she could tell.
The sky was clear, no signs of an encroaching storm. The sound of thunder crashing overhead was out of place, but the Fallen had heard that sound before...following her fall into this world. Could it be? Others? If she'd still had a heart, it would have swelled with hope. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, seeking the source of the noise about the time a second thundering crash rent the sky. There! Back towards the gritty wet place...the beach...sand and water...she remembered now. Fortunately, her recent travels had brought her close to the beach once more. It was still going to be a good run, but she was in much better shape than when she'd arrived, thanks to some help in understanding this world and how it worked. Food was plentiful if one knew where to look. Slipping into the shadows of the trees, she took off towards the origin of the noise.
*****
Just as he'd planned. Well, at least as he'd imagined it would work. Their arrival was drawing the others like flies from all directions. The pale male had been first to arrive and in response to his blunt statement, Naya'il only snorted. "Still me last I checked," he commented dryly, glancing down. "Just, with a new look it seems." He pushed himself up to a proper sitting position, beginning to brush sand from his arms and torso. It had been a new sensation at first, but one he was quickly growing tired of. Eww...could that get in through the hole now? Where would it go?
He would have to investigate this later. Maybe ask one of the others if they'd had any experience with such a thing. He certainly wasn't going to try it himself to find out.
The next to appear was the fair-haired male...the one who had lingered before following the others through, Naya'il remembered. The one who had also constantly questioned the plan, wanting to 'make sure the details were covered'. Naya'il had assured him that as long as the others did as they were instructed for their part, he'd take care of the rest. It'd taken some work, but finally he'd gotten the stubborn Fallen to leave him alone to finish his plans. Avner. Yes, that was it. Always so concerned for the others. Did that compassion remain even after the loss of his heart?
Curious. Could it? He watched the greeting between the two males before Avner turned to him and offered him a hand. Naya'il glanced at it for a moment before reaching to grasp wrists firmly with the other to pull himself upright. More sand to be brushed away. Wonderful. As he did so, a third voice had joined the new arrivals, this one distinctly female. Glancing towards the dark female now, he allowed himself a half-smirk. "Indeed. Made it. Now, what's this about a home? Settling in already, eh?" A flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye caught the Fallen's attention, and his gaze shot towards the nearby treeline.
Leaning against one of the trees, Lahasha braced herself to catch her breath before moving forward. Clearly still winded, she could only stare at each of them in turn as she murmured flatly, "...you're alive."
Others were arriving. Others he knew had come in the same group he'd escaped with. He hadn't known if any of them had made it in one piece until now. He...hadn't really cared, which surprised him. Ordinarily he was so compassionate, even through all the abuse they had all endured. Perhaps the trauma of falling had changed some things about him.
He shrugged at the reddish male. "When your husband is still up there...it is easy to be disappointed at anyone else's arrival," he said simply.
He smiled briefly at Avner and Hachiko. The seemed delighted to see him, but somehow he couldn't return the sentiment. "It's good to see you too," he said, somewhat flatly. It was difficult to find words. He wondered if the others had all found each other. Made some semblance of community. It seemed fitting that he should be outside it all. He could never feel complete again without his beloved.
Teigra
shadica
Irish Night Fox
EvilSilverDragon
Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:52 pm
Purah's comment made perfect sense to her. Raising her eyes up to the sky she wondered if it would be possible to return.It would be better for his husband to be here then there. Better for anyone of their kind but specifically those bonded. It was also a wonder, her eyes falling to Naya'il, if any more of their kind would be able to escape now that he was there.
She hoped so, any resentment for loved ones not coming through would be too cruel against one of the heroes that did the impossible. That any of them are alive and possibly safe was just too much to taint further. Like she did, emotional burden.
Not begrudging his tone, Hachi offered Purah another smile before she turned to look back to Naya'il. It was still crazy, every time she looked she expected him to vanish, but he was still there taking things in good stride. To his question she remarked rather uselessly, "That is for Avner to tell." The blonde fallen deserved the credit fully. All she could do was stand there awkwardly.
A figure appearing caught her attention as likely caught all of them. A level hyper-awareness came with the the survival instincts they had to develop. The figure she knew by name, the names and faces of those that escaped were ingrained in her memory for life.
"Lahasha, blessed Sun you are well." Or well enough, it never stopped bothering her that they were out there possibly on their own. She'd imagined that they would form their own group like the four in hers but Lahasha's remark made her doubt that she and Purah had found each other before now. How lucky their group was, not to have to endure alone since landing.
Teigra
Menelie
Irish Night Fox
EvilSilverDragon
Intellectual Mage
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Irish Night Fox Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 8:19 am
Avner nodded at Naya'il, “We have a few temporary living spaces for the mean time.” He glanced around the ever growing group tossing some numbers about in his mind, “If we head back now we could get a few more set up before the sun sets, and with the extra hands can really start focusing on building up or scouting for a better location.” He gave a half shrug at his words, “Though this place is lush anywhere you go.” He paused. They'd be staying together wouldn't they? He suddenly realized that he has been assuming that the others had wanted to be found- that their patrols were looking for others that needed to be found, but what if they had been wrong? It seemed curious that they suddenly all found one another.
“That is if you all would like to come back with us.” he finally tossed in, giving Purah a side glance. The male seemed so withdrawn that Avner wasn't sure if he, out of them all, wanted to be near the group. He guessed he was hurting, not so much guessing since the male wasn't attempting to hide it at all. Avner didn't blame him. It was hard to be happy about anything when someone you cared about was living in such darkness...
Avner's thoughts were cut short when movement along the treeline caught his attention. He was surprised at who he saw there, “Lahasha.” he said in quiet surprise. Now that was two of their group they had been missing. He was hurt by how close they had been to finding them and how much time it had taken. Their search was spreading further and further everyday, but had this not happened today who was to say when they would have found them?
She was breathless and he cautiously approached the female enough to look her over for any injuries. She moved forward as well and he was relived to see that both her and Purah were just fine. They really were a strong group. “I'm glad you're ok.” he said to her before motioning to the others, “I was just letting the others know that we've set up a temporary place. You're welcome to join us...” he trailed off before looking around at each of them. They were more than welcome to come, but he realized that others may want to handle their freedom differently. He'd love to give the logical speech of safety in numbers, but he didn't want to say something to push them further away.
"I'm really interested to hear how you and Purah have been doing and what you've discovered, but that can wait till we get everyone settled and fed."
Teigra
Menelie
EvilSilverDragon
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 1:46 pm
"Get ready...we're leaving here soon..." The soft words broke the silence and the female looked over towards the one who had spoke them before nodding. She didn't know much about the other fallen, only that he had been the one in charge of the last escape. This escape seemed much less grand than the first one had been, with just the two of them, although it was only by luck of cell placement that she was tagging along. If the stupid cats had been smart they would have separated him from the others, it had worked out well for her at least.
She gathered her silvery blade from its hiding place and stood watching as he undid the shackles. Again she said nothing as he spoke to her merely watching and and following his lead. The small p***k of a pulled out feather barely even registered to her as she started to draw the same circle and ruins as orange pae. Once she was done the mauve colored pae looked over the one her companion had made before setting the feather in the center.
Placing on hand over her heart and holding her blade in the other she spoke for the first time, repeating the words of the ritual. Once done she took a breath to steady herself before plunging the dagger through her heart.
The sudden pain made her drop to the floor with a pained hiss. This was going to help them get to freedom? It took pain to get rid of pain, the idea was almost amusing. She looked over the edge of the portal, noticing the second rumble that seemed to happen when hers opened. She watched the other go through before heading into her own portal.
She fell a lot harder and faster than she thought they would, how high up had the void that spit them out been? Her wings where useless when it came to slowing her decent and she continued to fall in an uncontrolled decent. The landing was rough, she ended up covered in scrapes, the grass was less abrasive than the sand but the variance wasn't much with the speed she had crashed into them.
The feelings where much different that what she was used to however, which was a very good sign. The bright sun caused her to wince in pain and squint, being in the dark so long her eye where not used to the sunlight and the bright light was painful while they where adjusting.
She pusshed her self up swaying slightly as she inspected the area around them before noticing the crack that was in her chest. She supposed it should have concerned her, but it didn't. She was still alive and that was all that mattered, although the crack was interesting, she had assumed she would have had a whole from where she had stabbed herself but the fractures that radiated out of the center where something she had not though of. Focusing on her own hole she missed the the other Fallen's comment.
Hearing something approach she prepared herself for a fight, gripping her dagger tightly and sliding into a battle stance. Upon seeing that the one who approached them was another of their kind, with a few more following behind she relaxed a bit.
She listened quietly to the others as they talked, unsurprised by the fact that one of the males had been expecting someone else.There where so many of them still trapped. It seemed as though they all knew each other. She, it would appear was an outsider even amongst her own kind. She nodded to the ones who had greeted her. The words "A new home" caught her attention. It seemed like they where all ready starting to settle in this new land. Mavea was a bit surprised when the blond male looked at her indicating that she was also welcome to join them.
She could understand the other since it seemed like they all new each other. It was not a bad idea though, to join them. They would be stronger as a group. She supposed that she should introduce herself to the others if she was going to end up living with them. "Mavea." She said simply, not bothering to expand farther than that.
I just stole Teig's quote list so sorry if anyone isn't planing on joining the rp xD <33
What she had discovered? She could barely believe it herself; but there would be time for that later when they could focus on it. Everyone seemed so distracted at the moment. Understandably, of course. She'd gone from being alone in this new world to having her kin once more. Survival chances had just improved dramatically.
"I haven't anywhere else," she admitted that much, saying little more than, "I've been keeping on the move for the most part." Her gaze flickered towards Purah. Given the circumstances, he at least seemed to have fared well enough on his own. Physically, at least. She wondered if he'd done so all alone without any help...maybe he'd had other experience to draw upon, unlike she.
Pushing the thoughts aside for now, she turned back to Avner, Hachiko, Naya'il, and the new arrival, Mavea. Avner had mentioned others. How many? Were they all accounted for now that they'd found each other?
Noting the connections being re-established, Naya'il interrupted the happy reunion abruptly. "We need to go then. Our arrival drew your attention; it could also draw the unwanted. You can tell us more while we move." Brushing some unseen sand from his arm, he shifted the gesture into a sort of 'lead on' motion.
Having little time when she wasn't alone since reaching this new land, Lahasha hung back, allowing the others to go first before following. She kept a safe distance, keeping an eye out behind them in case anyone else showed up to follow.
Menelie
Irish Night Fox
EvilSilverDragon
shadica
Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 9:37 am
“Mavea.” Avner repeated her name to be sure he had it, giving her a nod of welcome. He didn't recall her in the planning, but assumed things would have changed after the first few of them had gotten out. He wondered if she had been in some sort of trouble or just at the right place at the right time. Either way, he was glad to see another of his kind got away. He'd have to ask her about it when they actually had time to talk.
Lahasha's words caused a quick flash of respect to show in his eyes. It had been hard enough working as a team he couldn't image what doing it alone must have been like. He made a mental note to spend some extra time with those who had been alone to asses their state. From looking at her he could see the leanness that had befallen her. They hadn't been the best looking group when they first left, but there was a definite change to her. He needed to get them back and recovering.
That thought hit just as Naya'il spoke it. Yes, he was ready to lead them to their new found freedom. He was ready to help them settle down and finally start living. The thought sent his heart racing in excitement and concern. They were still so unaware of what lurked in the surrounding land. They had done their best to scout the place out, but had been stretched thin for the most part. This finding would really change things for them. This freedom was worth the work.
Before he started out he turned to Hachiko, “I'll lead if you'll what our backs. If anyone falls behind I want to be sure there is someone there that can lead them home. Can you do that for me?” He laid a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly before looking back at the group, “I hope you've caught your breath because we do have a ways to go. If you grow weary speak up so we don't get separated again.”
He let his eyes glance over them for a moment, taking the scene in. This was their family now. They would need to rely on one another in order to survive. His eyes landed lastly on Naya'il before he turned to walk back into the dense forest.
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It had taken them longer than Avner had predicted. He had blinked a good portion of his journey to meet up with them and had forgotten that most hadn't practiced the craft- so he hadn't accounted for the extra time. Instead they walked most of the way, some slower than others due to their conditions. This meant spending a good portion of the night working on more shelters. He'd be glad to be one of the ones to stay up while the others rested, though, that wasn't what bothered him. He just wanted to make it back before night hit.
As the sun was starting to escape from the sky they broke through a part of the forest. Relief filled Avner as his eyes landed on their home and the others, being able to still see well enough everything that surrounded them. He turned around to check the crew who had been following him and was glad to see Hachiko appear behind them all, accounting for every single one. “Thank you for keeping the pace and not getting lost.” he said with a slight grin before stepping out of the way. “Welcome home.” The eagerness he felt showing them the place was almost overwhelming. He knew it was just the start, but it felt so like home to him already.
“Most of the shelters in the center are the sleeping quarters.” he explained as he pointed them out. “We also have a sort of food storage near them, trying to keep all of the important items close together and protected in the center of the patrol route.” he motioned to another area, “That's where some of our tools are kept. If anyone knows crafting I am sure that could be of some huge help. You'll also notice it's all close to this dense area of forest? We've scouted out and laid traps back this way for any need of escape...” he trailed off as he looked back at them waiting for any reactions.
“If you're tired feel free. The rest of us are going to work on some more sleeping space. We also have a bit of a food reserve if you need something to fill your stomach before you sleep. We will just need help replenishing it in the morning.” he waited a moment for any volunteers.
((Anyone is free to have not had their Fallen follow the others back to camp if they wished. Interest seemed to have waned as there'd been no posts for a while, so just trying to get this RP wrapped up for those who'd like to log it and begin new ones.))
Lahasha had been fairing better since her...misfortunes shortly after arriving in this new land. However, she'd been keeping active in the 'off-hours', so traveling so much during the day like this... The sun felt pleasant on her skin, yet, somehow also more tiring than moving in the shadows of the early or late of day. By the time they reached the camp, she feeling more than a bit winded, and probably not hiding it all that well. She hated to feel like adding burdens to those who were already struggling, but at Avner's suggestion, she attempted to rationalize that she'd make up for taking a break now, by helping more later after some rest.
"If it's alright...I'll call it an early night," she explained, still remaining at a short distance from the others, glancing towards the shelters. "I'll be ready at first light to help with food stock replenishment." After a moment to ensure that someone had heard her, she backed away with a nod to take her leave. She skirted around the shelters towards the food storage area that Avner had indicated earlier. Nothing much, just a little something to settle her stomach for sleep. Surely, there were others who would need it more, if supplies were so low.
Perhaps she could offer some help with that, given her experiences.
Just because she'd found the others of her kind, she could not be guaranteed a restful night's sleep. Some habits were hard to break.
Meanwhile, Naya'il had drifted towards the shelters, looking thoughtful. "Not a horrible start. It's something at least. Could be better," he muttered. He didn't even acknowledge those who split off to go rest. He was already pondering improvements to the ramshackle campsite. They'd need proper shelters...not just food storage, but also some method of providing their own without depending on the luck of foraging to fill their bellies. Water supplies...tools...more thorough defenses...
"Hmm...I'd like to try making some improvements to these shelters," he commented, waving off any invitations for rest or food just yet. He wasn't about to settle in before he was sure he'd at least be safe for the night. He'd start by building his own shelter...perhaps over here, a bit away from the others...
Menelie
Irish Night Fox
EvilSilverDragon
shadica
Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 5:45 am
Following Avner's request of her, Hachiko kept the rear as they walked back to the camp. She remained silent the whole way back. Avner was the best one to lead them back. He was the best one to explain what he had organized. They may have all worked on it but the idea and plan were his.
Having Naya'il there created two strong feelings she was left now to deal with. In part, her guilt was subsided. He was here and saved another of their kind. Mavea was not part of their group back there and wouldn't have been saved if he had not stayed behind. They even had Purah and Lashasha back, two Fallen she wasn't confident they would find had the lightening not called them.
On the other hand, they all were moving forward and that frightened her. Standing at the edge of the camp, she watched Lashasha go for sleep and Naya'il doing what she admired him so much for. Between him and Avner, they'd have a city of safety within a week.
While it was shameful of her, she felt weaker and more distant. Each of them had their own skills and clearly moving on. They were moving forward while she was tethered to her past the same realness as the chain that had tethered her. What Avner said to her that first night echoed through her head again, 'a burden.' That was what she latched on to, that thought. It seemed to come to life in front of her eyes and she felt helpless. For feeling worse, she felt even more so, a cycle of vicious doubt and guilt.
Rather than address it, she started towards her own 'sleeping' area. The nightmares would come again, at the minimum she should at least hold of disturbing anyone until they had a chance to settle in.
