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Post by Tamesis on Jul 8, 2014 22:55:36 GMT -6
The dreams and deep sleep of countless had lain beyond the wall and called to her with a cacophony of fear and desires. Neither far from the other, all mixing together in a delightful chaos of longing and a surge of beckoning.
The shadows were never far from her heart. None of the shadows hid anything from her eyes. They were her eyes, in fact. They helped her see everything and everyone. Borim had once sought this kind of power. The power of possibly controlling all with his ability. But it was not his power and she would never give it to any. To see and understand the truth, the depths of every soul and the beginning and end of every void and emptiness.
She was one with these things.
So why was it surprising that she would open the door, then, on something so near and dear to her very existence?
The heat of it. The intensity of the life and struggle within the wall... frozen for all of time, possibly, in it's current state. It was delicious... tempting and ripe for her. And yet... so much more beautiful would it be... to let the song play to its climax... and then to its end.
And truly it would end. All things ended in darkness. All things eventually returned to her, the mother darkness from which even the first light had been born.
So gently she'd caressed the door... so lovingly her fingers had stroked over the seal... so delicately had she pressed her lips to the wall and promised it wondrous experiences should it allow her in...
Even the wall had crumbled under such advances. But was that so surprising? No one knew dark desires and weaknesses like the shadows themselves. Everyone thought the shadows were a place to hide.
Foolish thoughts, those... And yet... on the edge of the shadows... just between her realm and the realm of light... in the fading twilight and the strengthening dusky stillness between... Something else was aroused by her entry into the sleeping country. The idea made her smirk, however. She felt no fear for this thing. The distant feverish hunger of some raving beast that would eagerly ravage her should she be weak enough to be susceptible to another's advances.
Too bad for them, Tamesis was happy on the pitcher's mound.
The darkness had seeped itself into every crack and crevice of Zhadrah. Up high on the mountainside there was an olden palace that once Borim had resided within. It was here that she found a most comfortable place to lounge, a frosty, almost starlight sparkling margarita in her hand and her body draping happily over cushions as she sipped, the palace filled with her presence. She needed no introduction. Her very being pulsed an announcement that left no room for argument.
Darkness resided here. True, thriving shadow in her eternal and ethereal form. All of this had belonged to her long before she'd made herself known.
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Post by Brynne on Jul 9, 2014 10:58:58 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE.
How long had it been since the fields had seen this much rain? It wasn't heavy, but it was constant.. Not flooding, but soaking. She was nowhere and everywhere - the essence of the thunderheads themselves as the loomed visciously over the valleys of her homeland. The farmers would reep the benefits of her empty mood. Later. Now, the sky wept with her, the ground mourned with her. Dym... how had he died?.. Alone? Scared? Fearless? In pride or in humility? Any death was unfitting of a god if it wasn't done by the great spirit of time itself..
Any death was unfitting.. of a brother.
Jag needed left alone, Orik's despair could be felt from eons away.. But she did not want to sit here and do nothing. There was a time and place for sadness. Surely, it was well-deserved. However, there were duties she had vowed to.. and duties that called her immediate attention. Defeat the evil that threatened her people. Well, there was one other that fit the situation well. Tamesis.
She glared down past the ground and earth, past the life in the soil, past the remnants of lives that sat burried miles beneath. The emerald of her eyes had never changed.. but the way they locked into the deepest edges of nothingness only spoke of her fury. Brynne waited in the air now, manifesting under the storm clouds and letting the fresh rain roll over her - her body dry still no matter what water attempted to soak through. It bended to her power. And so did the thunder.
With a quick inhale, Brynne exposed her angry teeth and shouted out into the open air, miles of open terrain hearing the bellow of rage as bolts crashed around her and cracked deafeningly in the air. As the bright bolts faded, so did she.. and her body blinked to the south of the lands - Zhadrah.
"Goddess.." she kept faced away, awaiting an invite, a few yards away from the fellow diety to maintain a sense of exchanged respect. The two didn't see eye-to-eye on plenty. But perhaps that insight was what Brynne needed. Her head slightly turned, the side of her face showing - white hair falling to expose her pale skin and green eye, "Your company would be greatly appreciated.."
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Post by Tamesis on Jul 11, 2014 17:31:39 GMT -6
 The voice echoed out as Tamesis reclined... more like lounged like a great cat in her little hall. Truly the hall was enormous... but Tamesis was a fan of wide space. Or at least the illusion of wide space. Shadows liked to reach out and flow like water over everything. They didn't like being stifled into little corners or boxes.
Tamesis did not respond at first, her hand raising the drink to her lips as she drained it and dropped it. Normally one would expect to hear the smashing of glass... but instead the cup simply evaporated into the shadow she'd dropped it into as if it had never existed to start with.
Finally after a long and tense pause, all through which she looked entirely uninterested in much of anything, Tamesis raised her eyes to the warrior woman who called to her as an equal and gave a small smirk of a smile before waving her hand in welcome.
"While you might appreciate my company... I'm a bit choosier in who I dally with." She chuckled saucily beneath her breath. "Ah..." she purred as she leaned up from her cushions, "...but I suppose I should be more compliant with the young bloods that are worshiped as deities in this day and age... The young buck would be an interesting one to play with... as would the remaining star in the twin constellation... You though... I'm sorry, little one, but it would never work. You and I are so contrasting we're not even opposites..."
She folded her arms and tilted her head, causing the hair that was up in a fluffed poof above her to sway over to one side slightly as she examined the ivory skinned emerald eyed goddess before her. She was no fool. She had good ideas about what this visit was about. However, Tamesis was not without her own concerns involving these ... deities... from the shadows of the void.
"...so for what reason does the elusive flash of sky fire... Seek me? Shall I guess? Has the big bad wolf threatened her precious little lambs?" |
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Post by Brynne on Jul 17, 2014 20:40:51 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE.
She shouldn't be surprised that the first air the other goddess put off was one of slight distaste.The ebony-haired woman spoke to her as if she were a child.. when in reality, she knew very well their ages both went thousands of years back into history. Poking at her with such a ridiculous 'insult' would do nothing to bother Brynne. It simply was unethical. Especially at a time like this..
Did she not understand their grief?.. Even though she had known Dym for a very short time indeed, still, had she never lost one she cared for? But then, it seemed Tamesis even knew that this was not to time to talk of differences - for she quickly switched the subject to the important matters of Brynne's reason to visit.
"Flash of sky fire..." she whispered beneath her breath, repeating Tamesis' words. It sounded so fiercesome, the way the other put it.. but she had long since picked up a sword with the intent to slay. When she questioned if someone had threatened her people.. Brynne turned her head with a saddened, straight expression to see the woman's eyes. "Yes," she answered plainly - dabbling with words was not her suit. "Orik.. Jag.. Neviah.. they grieve.. Understandably so." her eyes dropped and blinked a little, as if scanning the floor would give her answers.
"I have found myself in an odd predicament indeed, Tamesis," her feet lightly stepped to turn her body about and face her. Her face.. was strangely strict. Not gentle, not soft. Hardened. "I do not feel the want to grieve..Not yet." she was angry. Furious. The temptation of rage and vengeance swelled within her chest. "You and I are more than opposites.. you've declared so yourself. That is why I've come." The goddess in white stepped forward, closer to the one of shadows, and her eyes thinned. Her voice became low.. and her hands gripped into light fists. A strange mood for Brynne indeed. "I wish to take action."
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Post by Tamesis on Jul 18, 2014 10:01:31 GMT -6
As the goddess of the far north spoke to the goddess of the far south, Tamesis found herself twitching in a smile, light and smirking against her usually elegant features. She could feel the shadows that so clung to the edges of the light. Some were gathering within the proud goddess's heart and clinging to the edges of her mind and pooling in her eyes.
"You wish to take vengeance."
The statement wasn't a question or an inquiry or even lined with curiosity. It was a fact. Tamesis sat up for a moment and twisted her body that her legs were crossed before her body as she stared into the emerald sea of the goddess before her. There was no movement in Brynne's manner. There was no give or flow. It was as if she'd been turned to stone.
"The question is... what are you taking vengeance against... and for what reason, truly?"
The goddess of night slowly stood like a snake uncoiling to strike and hovered over the floor slightly, as though the thought of touching it was beneath her on a level other than physical. Her dark shimmering eyes that were both azure and endless searched through the empty spaces of her hall... she wanted no ears or eyes for what was about to transpire here. This was to be her moment to deal with one of the "saviors" of mankind... and tell them exactly what she thought of their methods. And she would not be judged for it.
"Let us be frank, Brynne... since there is none in this universe capable to understand what is happening right now besides you and I. The reason these things have appeared. My breaking the wall and acting as the fourth pillar might be the bell that resounds through this race... but they are not my creations." She slid her eyes back to the emerald pools of light and felt her hair and body raise up in a strange anti gravity as the shadows spread over the walls and across the floor in their dancing patterns. Slowly, every light in the room was extinguished save the one that came from the goddess of lightning herself.
"... I am not deaf and dumb... I know exactly the methods you and yours have used to keep this miserable world afloat and why every pillar stands at a different height. Your... balance... pitiful, over indulgent... semblance of peace... That is what killed your dear friend and ally."
Her eyes glossed over until they were a shade of obsidian in the darkness, using the abilities she had to assure that all on the outside would be completely blind to what happened here and what was said here. This was a moment that the two more-than-opposites needed to see eye to eye... and it was no one else's business how they managed to do that. Should it come to blows, the shadows would protect the outside world from their ...discussion.
"You see... these things... are not born the way you and I are. They did not come from the vast sources and energies of the universe and her many dimensions. We are divine... because we are perfectly natural. Borim, even, was perfectly natural. These... false gods... for that is what they are... they are powered from our hubris."
The shadows intensified... almost physical now in their pressure around them; solidifying into an impenetrable wall.
"You pamper your... precious subjects with the promise of freedom and industry... and what has it attained? Poverty. Hunger. The need for more charity. You have asked for no accreditation in your attempts to keep them safe from the most natural of enemies... and again... what has it done for you? No worship. No atonement. The humans are gifted and gifted again with your blessings and for what? They have no desire to thank you or anyone else for what they have ... so rightfully achieved..." her voice dipped into a deep, sarcastic chuckle.
"... The doe with antlers... has done little better. His attempts to keep secrets and protect the... ahahaha... greater good... have afforded him nothing. Wolves attack his borders daily with little thought to what it might be costing them. And where do these wolves come from? Lets think on that, shall we? Since Zhadrah cannot take all the blame... as she has slept for decades with no sign of awakening. Yet for those decades the wolves did not slake their hunger or thirst elsewhere... so let us think, shall we... who's humans are responsible for breaking his rules? And yet... he keeps this farcical fairy tale of 'Do not start war.' It's pathetic in a level I didn't know a God could reach." She then rolled her shoulders slightly and tilted her head as if the whole thing meant little to her beyond that.
"...And then... Ahahaha....HAHAHAHA... then you have the beautiful city of Atlantis... the fair and fine pearl in the oyster... Aquavia. I don't know which of those concepts was more foolish. The freelancing of ... what do they call it... human genius? Or the idea that incredible intelligence is balanced by endless indulgence. It's almost insulting. The first atheist country built on the back of a God... Actually... a full set of gods... and what's even more pathetic is that every human in every revolting city knows exactly who's power makes their city run. They feel it now as they suffer under the weight of ... hahahaha... human genius... that has not been offset... by Divine Wisdom and Fortitude." Her face straightened for a moment, dark eyes shimmering eerily for a moment.
"...Your entire rescue plan was doomed to failure the instant you all thought you had achieved balance. And Borim... Never met the guy... but... maybe he had an ounce of brains in his thick head... I wouldn't know. It does seem he was trying to offset some of what was going on around him... but he's gone and I can't very well ask him so the point is mute." Her voice was light and dismissing as if the mention of Borim was nothing and his chapter in the world was almost unimportant.
"...So what has caused this then? These... things... appearing that seem to have some kind of power over humans? Divinities? Demons? What could they ... Possibly... be?" Her voice was slow and taunting as if Brynne should already know the answer.
"... They're feeding off of what you've created. They fed off of the Empire... and they've come back for seconds because... Nothing... Has... Changed." Her voice took a hard edge as she spoke, almost as if berating her equal.
"... Despite the luxury and ... pfft... equality... your humans now enjoy... They are willingly feeding these... cretinous gluttons... with their lack of respect and limited understanding. But who can blame the ignorant fools? Mommy Brynne and Daddy Orik will take care of us even when we spit in their faces... Uncles Dym and Jag will accept us even if we piss on their heads... Let us do what so ever we enjoy with no respect to those who have given to us..."
Her eyes flashed a dark violet glow before receding back into the obsidian of shadows.
"... Some would say... that I am cruel. Some would dare imply... that I am callous... Am I? Seems that I am the only one here who understands the human heart. You must require... sacrifice... if you expect them to obtain anything and be more than they are. Gifts are foolishness. It is the bestowing of gifts onto the chosen... that has caused the opportunity that these creatures have needed to feast on the impure parts of man.
Desire... Pain... Decay... these are the things you, all of you, have fueled with your pride in being the saviors of mankind. You have suppressed them with your powers... but look. One tiny crack in the wall of your... grand plan... and everything goes to pig shit. It really doesn't seem like you have anything under control, does it?"
Tamesis put her hands on her hips and her eyes returned to their normal colors as she watched Brynne's reaction to all she had to say.
"... Charity... gains nothing. So now, we have to decide how to clean up your... little mess. And I vote..." She crossed her arms quietly.
"... I vote you wait. It has been centuries since the times of pain and suffering under the Empire... since the era of separation and stagnation... And babying the little mortals has made them soft... made them forget to be grateful for the... inconveniencing of the Gods. They have not sincerely asked for help? Why then, should they receive it?"
She hovered there with her arms crossed, a small smirk upon her features. "...You have created a culture of entitlement... few are the humans that understand... that they are not equal to Gods."
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Post by Brynne on Jul 23, 2014 23:50:46 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE. She found herself still. The breath in her lungs was so dense and tight that it made every muscle of her body ache without movement as if her entirety had been dormant for thousands of eons.. And that was what she had lived. Brynne had been given life further away than what she could remember in a realm that existed only in the chaos of a storm. Wind whipped away at her skin and bone, breaking her and reforming her through the life of rain and energy of the thunderbolts which layed no mercy through the clouds that they pierced. For the longest of times she was alone there and lived only to dance and become one with the gorgeous, natural aggression that both made waste to lands and permitted their health. Brynne was never meant to be balanced along one side. She had spent so long, far too long, as a caring mother.. that she had forgotten the electric fury that sparked in her breast. "I wish to take vengeance," she repeated and swallowed deep with discomfort in her throat, her statement agreeing wholeheartedly and reluctantly with the other goddess. Brynne's hands became stiffer than they had been already. Fingertips barely caressed the outer edge of her flowing, long, white shirt. Yet soon, they twitched with minor anticipation until something in the back of her mind began to itch and pick away at her conscience. Or was it her heart.. maybe even in her very spirit. Each digit extended from her hands and clamped onto the pure fabric at her sides as if not doing so would make her breeze away like a leaf in the wind. This kept her here, kept her solid. Her head turned and emerald eyes caught slowly up to the movement before staring out of one of the side windows to nothing in particular - past the earth's physicallity and the edges of the realm - into emptiness."The question is... what are you taking vengeance against... and for what reason, truly?" "Septem..." her voice lowered, the fingers tightening more as the darkness came to fruition. For some reason it felt as if her neck was swelling and no words would speak outwards even if she tried. They didn't want to be spoken.. Her body forced her to think instead of act, trapping her within herself and facing both halves of her whole together. The soul that made her did not only crave love, peace, kindness, and prosperity. Its counterpart, what made her the goddess she lived to be, was justice. Supreme, undeniable justice.Her eyes widened and her head snapped around at the sight of the shadows that crawled up and along the walls. What was this?.. What did Tamesis think she was doing? Brynne's mind was in the process of tearing in two -- no wait.. molding back together from its seperation.. the opposite. Panic flashed against her expression for a second as she took an instinctual step backwards. The goddess of darkness spoke her calm accusations, only making the heated fury spark to life moreso in the center of her chest. No.. she did not want to raise a sword. Not again. The peace within her wanted nothing more than to forget her days striking like the lightning. "...stop..." she whispered, taking another step back and looking away.Poverty.. Hunger... their suffering - all her fault, all over-ambition to make things right. "Stop this-..." her head cowered downwards and her back reached the cold texture of solidified shadow. How could she speak of their allies in such a way? They were equals - all of them. All born of the highest of energies in existence and manifested in living forms.
"It burns, stop!..." her neck stretched upwards, chin facing the black ceiling. The only light that came was from her soft glow.. which even now began to slowly fade. But Tamesis didn't stop. No, she continued to pound the tempations of justice into the goddess of storms."...Divinities? Demons? What could they ... Possibly... be. They're feeding off of what you've created. They fed off of the Empire... and they've come back for seconds because... Nothing... Has... Changed." "GN!.." her hands came up, pale fingers clutching the sides of her head through ivory strands which now began to bend and tangle beneath the ferocity of her grip. 'Bring them to justice.' 'They need my love....' 'They've forgotten you.' 'They'll see again!.. I know they will!..' Her head shook violently and her knees crashed to the ground - a heavy burst of white light echoing from her movements and disappearing upon reaching the shadow walls and the other goddess' peering, violet eyes. It was as if they were pulling her out of herself.. awaking the eruption that so longingly wanted out. She panted for a moment before trying to stand - but againt the light bursted from her chest. Thunder exploded in the closed space and Brynne fell to its power. She clawed at her collarbones, it seemed, trying to get the fire to stop.'Why..' 'Because you swore you'd bring righteousness.' "ENOUGH!" one, tiny, little crack it got out of her and the power of lightning completely flooded the space they occupied. Every inch zapped and cracked in the air; bright white and angry. It died down, sinking back into her flesh as she stood slowly to her feet and lifted her head. This was a different Brynne. An ancient Brynne that had not awoken in hundreds of years since she thrusted the sword to the ground after the humans had begged for salvation. Sparks danced across the edges of her skin, the emerald eyes electrifying with both springing life and the power of instant, undeniable death. The dark room flashed.. and she was in front of Tamesis. "I am the wind!!" she shouted, a rotating gale building at her command around them and roaring so harshly that she could hardly hear her own voice. Brynne's waist turned in the twister she'd made, a leg lifting before her heel shoved into the shadow goddess' gut to knock her against the opposite wall. Again - she strobed in front of her. "I am the rain!!!" immediately they'd become drenched with her cracking, raging shrieks and snarls. The flooding was so fast that in seconds it was to their ankles - painful against their skin with raindrops that acted as needles. One hand pressed against Tamesis' collarbones and the other raised behind her own head - a sphere of pure, dense, electric energy forming in her palm. "I AM THE STORM!" The second her fingers clasped around it... the barrier of earth's sound collapsed, blinding all light and lack of light - every spectrum at every angle - and booming so loudly that the shadows which held them in began to shake. She held her there, the constant raging of her natural power and energies threatening to consume them both.. until she stepped back with calming eyes. They still glew, her skin still alive with electricity.. But the rain began to die down with the wind. Two voices spoke.. her own, and the sounds of storms beneath it as it responded to each and every thought in her head. "You can hate me. You can distrust me. You can think me a fool. But you WILL.. RESPECT ME..." she wasn't asking - the demand behind her vocals etched with thunderous accents. This wasn't saying 'no' to Tamesis' suggestion. In fact, it was quite the opposite... Her shoulders were proud and her neck straightened, finding it no longer necessary to gaze upon the other divinity. ".....We will wait.." her words bit through gritted, white teeth and stung like pricks of frostbite. The air chilled, thinned, became crisp and still as she looked back over with honest, allied fury. "And then they will regret having made me their enemy."
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Post by Tamesis on Aug 12, 2014 18:41:01 GMT -6
Tamesis laid back in her invisible throne in the air and smirked softly as the woman before her shifted back into a form that was worthy of an audience with her. Finally. Someone with some self respect.
She leaned back as the Goddess saw fit to attack her and grinned to herself, allowing the hit to land, rejoicing in the feel of true power against her as she allowed herself to meld once more with the shadows she'd encased the room with before sending her shadow, a look alike, back out into the Goddess's sights so that Tamesis, in her true form, could observe what she'd done from all angles.
There was nothing mortal about the creature she'd angered and to her that was delicious. There was no power in the world like that of invoking life in the divine... and life had been dormant far too long in that heavy breast.
As she slowed herself down Tamesis slid out of the shadows behind her, arms crossed, feet still not touching the floor, her dark presence in the room thinning as she released her hold on the shield she'd kept up for discretion.
"Oh, how nice... well then... since you're going to listen to me, I'll invite this interloper for a party. It seems the adults have much to talk about." She didn't even hide that she was currently thinking of approaching this Septim on her own. And why not? They seemed to have something in common, appearing around the same time. And there were a few things Tamesis definitely wanted set straight with this... creature... before she released her full fury on it.
"Was there anything else you needed? By the way... you are very welcome for the invigorating wake up call. You can thank me after you've had a decent meal... and a decent man." She pointed to the injuries on her doppleganger. "That gets a lot less frequent after both."
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Post by Brynne on Aug 16, 2014 0:16:18 GMT -6
DESPAIR NOT. I WILL SHARE YOUR BURDENS FOREVERMORE. Brynne had cracked so hastily, so viciously, that she had not bothered to take and attention to the other woman. When she had begun to calm herself, she blinked after speaking and looked to the figure she'd released. But Brynne felt no energies -- no.. some form of energy, but not the goddess' life. It wasn't until Tamesis spoke again she turned her head and realized she'd been displaying her dormant power and righteous fury to nothing but a mere shadow.
"Oh, how nice... well then... since you're going to listen to me, I'll invite this interloper for a party. It seems the adults have much to talk about."
This earned a small glare from the Thunder goddess, but she no sooner just turned her body away to begin to leave. "Do not get yourself into something you cant slither your way out of, Tamesis," she bit down a little on the words - the dormancy long gone now and almost an entirely different half taking home within her breast. Good... it had slept for far too long.
"Was there anything else you needed? By the way... you are very welcome for the invigorating wake up call. You can thank me after you've had a decent meal... and a decent man."
"Careful," she tilted her head over her shoulder with a daring smirk, almost mirroring the one the mistress of shadows normally left painted on her face. "Not all of us are successful with such lowly solutions. Next time--... you might need a bigger cage," she huffed through her nose, leering around at the shadows that began to retreat away from them.
"That gets a lot less frequent after both."
That didn't deserve a response. "I have a nation to steel for battle," her head turned back around, "--but first.. a reminder," her chin dipped in a little nod to herself. A storm was coming, one bigger than there had been in decades. "Farewell, goddess. Hmn.." she thought for a moment and spoke once before flashing in a great light, returning to the North. "I'm glad the world has us on the same side - less it turn to ash in the wake of our battles."
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