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 Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:15 pm
 
This is a PRP between two of Phail Ninja's Soq: Iolite Chrysocolla and Vanilla. Please don't post here unless you're me!
Warning: Vanilla comes close to drowning. Skip the first couple of posts by her if you're uncomfortable with reading that :3
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:23 pm
Iolite Chrysocolla
Iolite raised her head above the waves, breathing in the salty air. The wind buffeted her face, whipping away the blanket of wetness that clung to her fur. Fierce waves roiled about her, crashing down with force, leaving blazing trails across the surface. Her heart thudded with exhilarating fear. Any moment she could be swept away, caught up in the rapidly brewing storm. She knew she should be hiding down below, where the waters were calmer. But something called her up here. She should have been petrified. She should have been terrified. And yet, although her heart hammered blindly as though trying to rip its way out of her ribcage, she felt wordless excitement rush through her. It pumped through her veins, sending adrenaline-fuelled electricity dancing up and down her legs.
Her head ducked briefly back beneath the waves, checking on her tether. Her tail was wrapped tightly around a frond of kelp, anchoring her down to the sea floor. A thrill-seeker she might have been, but she was in no way suicidal. It was secure, or as secure as anything could be in this storm. A wild grin spread across her features. She knew this was a crazy idea, and that made it all the more exciting. Caius’ words floated back into her mind, daring her to come out here. The stallion had bet that she was too shy, too reserved to do anything actually fun. Well, here she was, braving the storm, and where was he? Hiding deep inside some underwater cave. Ha!
Vanilla
Her lungs were on fire. Icy, cold, blazing fire. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see. Her legs floundered helplessly through the vortex around her. The water’s cold grip tightened on her throat, constricting her windpipe. Her whole body screamed for the oxygen she so dearly craved. Her eyes shot open, struggling to make out what was what. Bubbles clouded her vision. Everything was swirling, moving, caught up in the thick wake of the waves. She couldn’t tell up from down. Was she going the right way? Was she swimming deeper? Disorientation clouded her mind, panic shooting through her.
Agony gripped her. She couldn’t hold out much longer. The temptation to give in, to take a breath, was too great. She felt she would implode if she didn’t. Her chest seared, begging her for the release it craved. No! She couldn’t drown here. Not now. She had to keep going. Her hooves struck out, tail flapping uselessly. The waves held her, tumbling her over and over again. She couldn’t break free. She was too weak. She needed air too badly. Her body felt weak. She could feel it slipping away. Everything was hazy…
Iolite Chrysocolla
She stared out at the beauty of the destruction before her. Everything was roiling, tumbling uncontrollably. The sea was a mix of black and white, ice-cold water and thick foam. No remains of its usual brilliant blue remained. But one piece of white was not right. The foam was ever-changing, shifting and dissolving and reforming before her very eyes. But this. This was solid. It would disappear and reappear, but it remained a block. It was not part of the storm, it was something caught in it! Iolite strained forwards, leaning towards it as much as her anchor allowed. Strong waves buffeted her, threatening to tear her away, send her careening out into the raging waters.
A different kind of fear spread through her as she saw a hoof break the surface. It wrapped one icy tendril around her heart, a cold chill spreading out across her skin. Her fear before had been electric, exciting and beautiful and dangerous all at once. But now? It was like lava. Slow, grudging, rending her unable to move. What was she supposed to do? The shape disappeared. Please. Please resurface. Please be okay. She stayed still, counting to ten very slowly within her head, desperately praying this was a trick. A joke. A mistake. But the stranger did not reappear. She had to decide. She had to decide now. Could she do it? Could she risk her own life? Could she risk living with herself if she didn’t?
Vanilla
She couldn’t hold out any longer. It was too much. Her mind relaxed as she gave in. It was almost a happy sensation. Giving in to her death. There was a sudden clarity through the haze. Just relax. Just let it end. Just take the breath. What was the point in struggling? What would she achieve? A second more of air, perhaps, and then what? To be thrown back into the vortex, to be ripped apart by the currents? Surely this was quicker. More merciful. No seathi should have been out now. But she hadn’t noticed the storm set it. Hadn’t gone up in time to get enough air to last through the worst. And now her time was out. She had taken a chance, gone up to get that precious gas, and she had failed. The tension in her muscles relaxed, giving way to her bodily desires. Her lungs expanded, eagerly trying to gulp up the air they thought was coming.
She choked as the seawater shot down her throat.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 6:53 am
Iolite Chrysocolla
She had to make the call. Right then. Right now. To try to save the stranger, and risk her own life? Or to sit back safely, watching them suffer certain death? Thousands of thoughts seemed to flicker through her brain, yet she couldn’t focus on any of them. Image after image pounded her. Confounding her senses. And yet none were clear. Possibilities. People. Places. All swam before her. And yet, in that moment, everything seemed to slow to a crawl. All those things she held so dear slipped away, escaping from the grasps of her conscious mind. Thought after thought fell away, stripping her of everything but one last notion: she had to help.
Her tail slowly unfurled, releasing the last measure of safety she had been clinging to.
Vanilla
What had been pain before was suddenly nothing in this moment. Pure, liquid torture seared its way through her body. Her lungs convulsed, trying to reject the burning water. Breathless heaves wracked her chest. Her entire body contorted. Pain. Sharp shooting pain. It came from every direction. Piercing through her. Destroying her. Her body tried to simultaneously expel the liquid, and inhale at the same time. She floundered, neck muscles bulging. Pin-pricks of light danced in her eyes. Before she had accepted death, sought it even, like she would be slipping away. But this? This wasn’t death. This wasn’t a sweet release. This was Hell. And she was burning in it.
Iolite Chrysocolla
There was no time for hesitation anymore. Iolite pressed forwards, ignoring the forces trying to carry her away. Waves buffeted her from all sides, threatening to tear her away. One wrong move by her and she would be swept aside. Even now she could barely keep her course. She powered towards the last site the white had appeared. But the ocean was ever-changing. What was there one second was gone the next. Her eyes scanned the impenetrable darkness futilely. Desperation seized her. Taking a huge breath, she dove down, seeking the stranger. They had to be here. She couldn’t have swam so far to fail now. Tears threatened her eyes, only to be instantly lost in the water. But the swollen ducts still impeded her vision, made it hard to focus.
Air bubbles were everywhere. Teeming around her. Buoying up her body. Disorientating her. They obscured her sight. Everything was a blinding grey. And beyond it all was black. Iolite let out a wordless shriek, terror seizing her. She couldn’t see them. She didn’t know where she was. This was it. She’d doomed them both. But… there! A sudden flash of colour caught her peripheral vision. Her heart raced as she snapped around in what she thought was the right direction. She propelled herself forwards, beating the water with her powerful tail. She almost crashed head-first into the body. It was a small seathi, completely white in colour. There was no more time to examine the stranger as another wave rolled them both, threatening to separate them. ”Not on my watch.” She spat out, firmly gripping her teeth into the scruff of the stranger’s neck before kicking back upwards in the direction of the surface.
Vanilla
What had she done in her life to deserve this agony? Fire twisted its way through her, forcing huge convulsions across her small frame. Her body tried to retch. Tried to breath. Tried to cough. Anything. Anything to make the pain go away. Spasms ran up and down her length as she fought the pain. Anything but that again. She locked her throat, refusing to take another breath. But the temptation had already caught her once. It was only a matter of time before her lungs caved in, and with the next breath the agony might grow too great…
But then there was a new sensation. Vanilla barely felt the teeth grip her neck, but suddenly she was moving. She was being lifted. To the surface? To the depths? Did she know? Did she care? Her head swam, dizzy with a lack of oxygen. Nothing made sense. There was only the pain. The staggering, bone-clenching pain that made it feel like someone had both set her on fire and frozen her at the same time. And the convulsions. They wracked through her. She couldn’t hold them back. She couldn’t do anything. It was all she could do to not open her mouth again.
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