forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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"That's not what I - " she broke off with a sigh, wrapping her wing around Iris without thinking. "So, what is that thing, anyway?"

She fought off a shiver of delight as Iris curled into Azriel's wing. "Clare suspects it's Moukib. Which usually means bad things," she said, her voice sterner now.

"Moukib? Like, the god, Moukib?" Azriel gasped in shock.

"Yep," she confirmed, popping the p and lightly holding onto her angel's wing. Like she was anchoring Azriel, because Azriel was not allowed to stand up when Iris was so comfy.

"I care little of your companion's wellbeing, human." Moukib glances around before refocusing on those before him. "The future is unpredictable, the paths of time tangled. War is coming. A long one if all goes to plan. I will not have you standing in the way." He pauses for a moment, unblinking eyes focusing on something behind you, unseen to yourself. "You do not understand what I'm saying but only because the future has yet to become the present. I suggest it stays that way. This conflict is far too important for mortals that might not even survive the winter to bring to ruin." His monotone voice takes on a harsh edge. "This is the beginning of the end. And you will stay out of it."

Clare did not like the tone of his voice, was he telling her to not do something? Deity or not this was her life not his, "Wait, are you telling me to not stop a war? as in let thousands of people die? The beginning of the end? War will never stop there will always be war, no war will end wars." Clare rubbed her temples, "So all you've really accomplished is warning us that there is a war coming and telling us that we theoretically could stop it, thank you for that information." Clare's voice took on a sharp sarcastic bite as she talk, her life, meh you could threaten that all you want, but even suggest she stand by while others die, No.

Bella managed to undo her bonds and opened the bag to see Azriel and Iris. “I’ll be right back, I don’t take bad news well. I’ll be down here.” She jumped into the bag. “There’s a- woah. It’s warm in here. Ok. Anywho, there is an unstoppable war or something coming and we’re not supposed to stop it yada yada.”

Azriel flinched back as Arabella dropped into the bag, feeling her fingernails dig into the chair she was sitting on. She had no idea what the girl was saying, which only made everything worse.

'I-Bella!" Clare shouted as the girl dropped into the bag, all well she wouldn't have been much use anyway.

Moukib looks at you coolly. "Thousands of years from now something must happen. This war is a stepping stone. Many may die but a multitude will replace them as time passes. Telling you this has changed little. If showing myself to you had conflicted with my interests in the future then I assure you I'd still be nothing but a legend to you." He glances around again. "I don't often give advice to mortals but I'm feeling generous. If you ever meet a god, a proper one, I'd advise against using that tone. They are prideful creatures."

Clare glared, "If I ever meet a proper god, I plan to attack first and ask questions later, call me an idiot, but I'd rather be a dead mortal then one who willingly submits to someone else's rule." Clare responded, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bag to carry through the mountains and it hold some cargo I'd rather not be damaged." Clare brushed past the form and trudged through the snow using her Bo staff as a hiking stick, her tiger trudged by her side.

For a moment, the feeling of Moukib's eyes follows you but then it fades and as it does the snow starts up again.

Like second-nature, Iris translated for Azriel with veiled insults and sarcastic comments peppered in. Her gaze when it returned to Arabella may have appeared level and composed, but the elf was resisting the urge to strangle the human. How could she just drop into their dimension like she didn't try to kill Azriel?

Clare trudged through the snow, It really wasn't fair, she thought as she tied the bag back around her waist, The other girls were all snug in the nice safety of the bag, with crackers galore and blankets and nice soft fluffy pillows and large cushy chairs, and here she was trudging through the snow. It was her Bag for crying out loud, her bag, her present! She extinguished her tiger as she continued not wanting to risk over using her magic ,in this weather she would need all the fire she could get. She used the mountains rising up on either side of her as indicators of what direction she was going, It was bitterly cold even for someone who primarily uses fire.

Bella walked over to a mirror and ran her fingers through her badly cut shoulder length hair. That had been a stupid decision. She absolutely loved her hair. It was her favorite feature. Not that any of them were good. “Stupid. Idiot. Your just like your father. Good for nothing. Awful temper. Ugly.” She would’ve kept on mumbling if she hadn’t felt people staring at her. “Why do I destroy everything I touch. I didn’t mean to hurt Azriel. It was like I was possessed.” By this point Arabella was sobbing on the floor. “I couldn’t stop it. I tried. I tried. I tried. I couldn’t do anything. I tried to stop it. I’m sorry. So sorry. I can never control it. But. But at least Azriel’s still here. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I tried!” She had never cried so much. Now look at her, sobbing on the floor next to an elf and an angel.

Iris opened her mouth before snapping it shut, clamming up. She wet her parched lips and swallowed, eyes magnetically drawing closer to Azriel every few seconds. "I…" she began in Medein. A colorful string of whispered Eltin curses interrupted her thoughts.

Azriel clenched her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. She couldn't seem to force herself to look at Arabella. After several moments, she asked Iris, "why is she crying?"

Bella looked up and failed to dry her tears. “I don’t expect you to be anything but horribly angry. I know what it’s like when people you thought you could trust, in my case, people I loved, when they hurt people you love the most. But it’s worse when that person wants to kill people. It’s worse when you watch the person you loved die. When you have no control over the fate of the people you care about. But I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt her. I was just trying to get her to let me go. To let me run away. So nothing like this could happen. I didn’t want it to happen again.”

"She's… apologizing," the elf mumbled, "for hurting you. For being herself, I think." She tapped her foot anxiously, the urge to walk miles and miles away from this situation intruding on her rationality. "I should be apologizing - this is the time, right?" Iris sighed.

(Fucking Arabella. "It's worse when you watch the person you love die" BITCH? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RN?)
Azriel hesitated before nodding. She had forgotten about making Iris apologise. "I - yes, of course. I think so."

She clenched her fists until red crescents appeared in her palms, the blood began to drip down onto her arms but she didn’t stop. The horrible yet sweet relief of her old stress reliever. It calmed her a little, but you couldn’t tell.

This was the perfect time for a sinkhole to appear right beneath her and she could just- Moukib damn him I can't resist anything Azriel tells me to do. She flexed her fingers, forced herself to maintain eye contact with the girl and took a deep breath. "Sorry," she whispered, so quietly that it could've been mistaken for wind. Except this was a pocket dimension without wind.
Fuck this. "I'm sorry." Was this really happening? "I should've considered your side of the spectrum. I didn't"–she gulped–"think rationally. I shouldn't have tried to hurt you." Her Medein was painfully soft. With a small nod, she continued. "Are you… alright?"

“I’ve never been alright but I’ll survive. It’s not like life’s gonna get better. This is as good as it gets. Besides, you should be screaming at me. I deserve worse that what I did to Azriel.” She dug her fingernails deeper drawing even more blood.

A raised eyebrow and Iris was back to being a skeptical, blunt Yrnan. "I tried to kill you," she stated. "You almost killed her, consciously or not. I think that makes it an even playing field." With an uncharacteristically long pause, she finally shrugged. "Life gets better. How do you know it doesn't?"