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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 11 2013, 09:53 AM (1,013 Views) | |
| Post #1 Dec 11 2013, 09:53 AM | Faith |
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Current Abilities:Lightning manipulation “Madness, as you know, is a lot like gravity... all it takes is a little push.” The frosted glass door which had once stood at the entrance to the elegant mountainside villa was smashed into a thousand different pieces. The beads of shattered glass strewn from where the front door had once stood to across the black slate tiles of the entranceway. But the destruction did not stop there. The once beautiful home looked like a warzone, like a single wrecking ball of pure destruction had ripped through the house, finally stopping by the rear balcony. Amidst the centre of the carnage was a single white dressed figure. Her garments were heavily saturated with the browning marks of dried blood, her silver hair matted together by the life giving substance. There was not a single part of her which was not coated in blood, like the work of a mad artist. In her hand was still clutched an exquisitely crafted sword. The reason for the damage was instantly apparent. The electricity writhed and coursed along the length of her body like an enraged beast. Lashing out at anything and everything within range of the demigoddess. It was the emotional release for the woman who was void of anything. There was no humanity left in her eyes, the once sapphire and silver gaze transformed into orbs of pure lightning. A window into the heart and soul of the storm. Only once had she let herself be so consumed by the power she had stolen. Let it pull her into the darkest places of her being where only the lust and desire for release existed. The raw power within her begging to be unleashed. To tear into the ground over and over again until there was nothing but blackened earth and the reek of charred vegetation filling the air. It was close to how her home smelt now. The blackened marks along the walls and ceiling bore testament to that. Jupiter’s own daughter... she had been hiding from her power. Feared what devastation it could have brought to the world, to her child. But there was no way, in any world, that Romulus’ child, the heir of a storm prince would have been harmed by that legacy. One day, this would be her child, lost to the madness Romulus had warned her of... consumed by the power and promise it held. This is why she had made Darius promise to end her child’s life if and when the time came. There were no promises between gods and dragons ~ save one. Would he have put her down as well? Would he have realised she was the threat even Romulus had raised his sword to. Gentle kind Aurael... compassionate and warm... boundless patience and understanding. She would have loved him. Her prince of storms. Were it not for their child. If she had not feared the path he walked and the pain it would have brought the lover and family he realised in this world. Her secret... her damned secret. Yes she would have left, she would have lied to him ~ told him whatever she needed to so that he would never have looked for her. She would have wounded him, torn his still beating heart from his chest and denied him everything. Before that night Lares had meant nothing to her, he was a memory, a shadow of a life she had left behind and a pale comparison to the last lover she had taken. One by one the lives she had taken, that she had played a hand in ending swam back up from the abyss of her memories to greet her. To cackle madly at her fragmenting psyche. They sang for blood, begged for justice... and if not justice, then revenge. By what right did she continue to deny them? The sword was still clutched to her chest, the one physical item which seemed to be able to absorb the power which continued to smash against the world around her. The blade was all that grounded her, a conduit which held her fast. At least it had... The air seethed and sparked. Lightning racing through the very air making it heavy and charged. Maybe that was the reason the demigoddess was able to tread upon the air itself, he feet leaving the ground completely. One of the stained slip-on shoes fell from her feet, the lightning turning on the discarded item the moment it became a separate entity of its mistress. The lightning which coursed along the length of her body began to smoothen out, the charge amplifying into a solid continuous current. Blood soaked and garbed in simply clothing did nothing to detract from the intense and terrifying beauty of the fully ascended demigoddess. There would be no one to pull her back this time. No Romulus to weather her insanity. It was a pit and Aurael was falling into it with each and every second that passed with less and less hope of salvation. How had she even gotten home..? The sun finally broke the horizon to bath the woman in its golden light. Soaking into her every pore. The single thing she could have longed for was the fury of a storm. She was still a force of nature without it... |
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| Post #2 Dec 12 2013, 02:17 AM | Centauries |
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The evening had been planned, staged if you will. Upon arrival of Niwa Syriak decided it was time he acquainted himself with the dragons of the city. Being so close in collaboration with the Moirai suited his informants as they provided a wealth of knowledge to the newly formed group. One of which was the whereabouts of a Chaos Dragon. As the millenniums passed Syriak had only known of one dragon afflicted by Chaos energies. They are the rarest of his kind, and respectfully deserved his attention. The fact she desired to come with him to see to Aureal’s well being was something of a surprise. Being chaotic in nature he presumed Eris would not have grown overly attached to the demi goddess. Nemetis had expressed that she was injured, but was no longer within the walls of Dusk. That only left them with one place that Syriak knew about. The limousine was still rolling to a stop as Syriak’s form emerged from the rear door, he had seen her Villa before, and the current condition it was in screamed trouble. If Eris chose to stay in the vehicle it was up to her, Syriak was not about to order his kin around. Glass beads crumpled under the pressure of his boot as he stepped into the would-be foyer... “Aurael.” His deep molten tone reverberated along the confines of the small room, a setback of his lineage. So much power was not meant to be contained within such a small vessel. He was given a moment of pause as he realised Eris was bound to be within hearing distance. Aurora was a name she chose to refrain from, and he was not in the position to give her name away. He continued through her household, following the destruction was an easy task. Stopping himself from holding onto her when he saw the bloodstains on her white dress was another thing entirely. Everything within a radius of her body crumbled from the sheer pressure of conductive electricity. Even in his current form it would shred skin from bone. He could see as pure energy rippled along her form, giving movement, life and emotion. From his angle he could make out the change in her eyes. They resembled closer to his own, in the place of her own elemental affliction. He remained by the edge of the wall, with no desire to interrupt Aurael’s frame of mind. His features transfixed in a state of curiosity as sparks of lightning reflected from his glasses. Syriak could not distinguish the weapon Aurael clutched onto, the shape and pattern suggested it was a relic to the known world. Maybe Nemetis would be able to shed more light on the subject. For now he presumed it meant something to the lightning goddess. Finding Aurael, like that... he could feel the destruction that coursed through her body. He knew all too well. One single outburst could end up costing thousands of lives, he should know. He was not there to calm her down, his purpose was not to cage the beast within her. That only compounded her emotional state of mind. |
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| Post #3 Dec 12 2013, 08:48 AM | Faith |
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Eris stepped from the limousine in Syriak’s wake. Of course she had accepted his invitation. It would have been rude if she had not. Dragons were anything but rude to one another... and there was a matter of territory she needed to discuss with him. He had been within Niwa longer than she had, by rights he had prior claim. In a crude way, she needed his permission... that he was also an elder ~ that was the part which gave her reservations. But the games she played were for humans, not for her kind. Plus there was little she could have done to a dragon of his breed. Smiled politely? Played the part of the respectful juvenile. She had perfected the latter. At least he had been hospitable towards her. When his servant had returned she was curious... there were many names which lingered on the wind. Aurael was one so very closely tied to the enchanting Ms Novak. If more humans had been like her the chaos creature may have cared for their kind. More than that, she was curious as to what it was Syriak held so dear... he would not have hesitated to show her as a display of what his protection encompassed. She wanted to know in case she ever needed leverage against the elder dragon. Who was it that said knowledge is power? Her lighter footsteps followed in Syriak’s. The moment she entered the villa it was like seeing colour for the first time without the words to describe it... the air was alive, in her distorted sense of vision she could see everything. The subtle ripples as they gathered and fired. There was so much noise surrounding the demigoddess that she could not made her out clearly. At least not until the current which danced along her skin smoothened and the image formed. Such raw power... not unlike that of a storm dragon, yet uniquely different. A smile tugged at the chaos creatures lips. This, Aurael, this is what she had been looking for. A being who even her own kind respected and protected. Oh what fun there was to be had! Aurael tilted her head slightly at the sound of her name. Syriak. The being who had forged her into a thief, who had given her purpose and meaning. As he approached her the lightning would have calmed, shifting from turmoil to precise controlled order. The air between them stilled like a curtain being parted. The invitation was for he alone, to brave the heart of the storm or to remain beyond its reach. Yet she did not turn to face him. Even elevated six inches above the ground he would have stood taller than her. Were there words to express how desperately she wanted him to step closer? For him to believe that there was humanity in her worth restoring. For she no longer believed it of herself. Who else would have come? There was nothing and no one who she called friend, and only one she had taken as family. Jon was the only other being she would have allowed close to her, but unlike the dragon his life would have been in danger. Jon... she had invited him into her home, into her confidence and he had chosen to step away. Could she have blamed him? Yet the world continued to turn, absent thought of what she may have desired from it. It was easier like this... everything became clearer and uncomplicated. There were no surges of irrational human emotions. Just power in all its glory. |
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| Post #4 Dec 12 2013, 11:57 AM | Arikarka |
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It had taken a week for Holly to psych herself up enough to leave her house and decide that tomorrow would finally be the day she would visit Aurael. They had planned some time ago that they would meet together and see what they could learn about her baby though her Sight. The past few days had been full of internal debate, pro and con lists, and conversations with her dog, Thor. "But Thor, if I don't go I might never learn how magic could even begin to potentially effect a growing fetus." "Wuuf" "And if I do go I risk the chance of ruining something, or maybe be told she doesn't want my help anymore. Or maybe even have her say she doesn't want to be friends. That is, if she considers us friends. We have only met in the library a few times - not counting the time I kinda sorta stalked her with the Sight.... "Hrump-wuuf" "You're right. I need to go. I'll never really know what will happen until it does, which therefore means I need to be there. I'd bring you along, but I don't know if Aurael wants dogs in her house. Sorry boy." The giant mountain dog simply lay there next to the fireplace and looked at her with his big soft brown eyes. His last wuuf was pitiful. He loved car rides. ~~~ Well she was going to wait until tomorrow, when the sun shown high and tried to warm the winter ground. But right before day-break a wash of powerful magic surged out from an unknown location. A magpie screech boomed loud in her ears - a sensation of feathers brushing against her bare skin sent jolts of adrenaline through her - and the magic sensitive ice witch awoke in a flash. Up on her feet and getting dressed before she even knew what precisely woke her up Holly dashed through the house like a mad-man. A vision of the Magpie accompanied by lighting blooms spurred her on faster. Something had happened to Aurael, she was sure of it. ~~~ Hailing a taxi who agreed to drive her up the mountains was easy. Keeping said taxi driver once it was known she wanted to head towards the 'freak storm up ahead' was another story. Therefore, with significantly less cash than before, bundled in a dark grey cloak with silver piping Holly trudged through the last quarter mile of uphill walking to the sky-carts that the taxi simply refused to drive. The cloak was moreso to keep her wings hidden than to keep the cold out. Cold never bothered her anyways, but she hadn't perfected the focused magic that kept others from seeing her wings yet. Currently they would be seen as 'not important' rather than 'not existing'. She could feel her feathers puffing up under her cloak the closer she got. Only one element could accomplish that so quickly and fully - electricity. Concern washed over her the closer she got. The storm's center, she was certain, would be found stemming from the house number that matched Aureal's. Had something happened between the demigod and her child? And why was her Magpie so insistent she come now? Gusts of wind pelted Holly in her side the closer she moved towards the address. Worry grew in the pit of the ice-child's stomach. This wasn't good. Another vehicle could be spotted now - a limo? Well, it was no surprise to her that a demigoddess would have rich friends. She did live high in the mountains for goddess sake. The wind was stronger at this point, saturated with lightning strikes and a high pulse of electric power. She couldn't stand to keep her wings contained beneath the cloak anymore and let the cloth fall to the side. In that moment however the sun decided to break over the horizon. Through biting her tongue as the itchy, stiff, and cracking feeling of her wings retreating into her back, Holly felt relief. Her wings wouldn't be getting in the now. The currently unknown individuals only would have noticed if they were looking and the lightning had flashed at the same moment her cloak fell. As far as Holly knew she just appeared normal and human and nothing weird was about her. But if Holly had known the two people she saw walking towards what must be Aurael, were dragons the witch would have lost her mind to fan-girl joys. But now she was between a rock and a hard place. Should she try and navigate through the ruins of what was a once lovely home to see a woman she only knew from a library meeting or should she wait until they came out? Deciding it was now or never Holly took a deep breath and followed the two others inside, being wary of the debris all while clenching her hands then expanding her fingers towards the ground. All the electricity in the air wanted to go somewhere and she didn't want to be a lightning rod anytime soon. Edited by Arikarka, Dec 12 2013, 12:00 PM.
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| Post #5 Dec 12 2013, 11:54 PM | Centauries |
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Syriak was not blind to Aurael’s abilities, nor did he consider himself to have a death wish. His trust in her was unwavering, that is why there was no hesitation as he walked by her side. Crossing the threshold his every step could be made out from the turmoil of wind and electricity that continued outside. This was not his element, but he understood how it elevated every emotion that coursed through her. He lifted a hand up to retrieve his glasses, the solid frame folded in on itself as he slid it underneath the jacket pocket of his tailored suit. The luminescent glow of his molten eyes sparked across his features as he blinked. The depths of his eyes looked across to her, they were non judgmental to her actions. No anger, just the concern for her physical well being, the blood on her dress was enough of an indication that she had been through hell and back... The weapon in her hands, he could be blamed for holding onto sentimental items. “I was worried about you.” Syriak’s voice gave away more than he expected as his tone hinted to the depths of his compassion for the woman he lost so long ago. The reverberation of his voice, the resounding level of his base element. The elements of earth comprises of unwavering behaviour and a focused mind, where the elements of fire are often hot tempered and quick to anger. Syriak continued to display a natural inclination toward the heat and passion of molten flames. It was for that reason that he offered his hand to her, the compassionate touch of a long lost friend. Friend, if only he was. If only he could have meant something more to her. His eyes would have caressed along her, but his concern was not for physical harm, it was emotional. Her eyes were truly the window to her soul. ”Embrace all that you are. And know that I will still be here.” His earthen tone formed from the depths of his chest, given a new light to his opinion. He was not going to leave her. Not after all he had put her through. |
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| Post #6 Dec 13 2013, 06:34 AM | Faith |
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Distracted was the state Eris was in, she never would have let the girl get so close to her unguarded otherwise. Holly would not have needed her sight to know that the black haired woman was not, and could never have been, human. Silver hairline scars tracked over her pale skin, glowing slightly with white light. Her uncovered eyes were orbs of luminescent white rather than anything which resembled irises or pupils. The dark attire draped over her petite frame suggested something formal, most likely from the evening before. Each details which supported her having stepped from a limousine. In the sky above the house, the storm raged, invisible to anyone who did not have the sight to see. Few mortals could boast the ability to see the currents in the air as they slammed against one another in a beautiful crescendo. That was how the chaos creature saw it. The moment Syriak had arrived the storm had calmed. Not lessened, but it swirled in controlled patterns like frost on glass. It was unlike anything which could have been created naturally. As for what Holly was, Eris had no idea. A human like the rest of them? A friend to the demigoddess? Did gods make friends of mortals? Apparently they made friends of dragons. Whatever hold this woman had over Syriak was not lost on Eris. She could already see the threads she could unravel. The beautiful tapestry that was Niwa coming apart at the seams and sinking into complete chaos. But the girl, she was of no concern to Eris, this was not her place to defend. Dragon or no, this was the home of another. A very wrecked home. No, she was simply a spectator to the show. He had been her teacher, so long ago. Taken what she was and forged it into something else, something greater. But she did not feel greater. She felt empty and hollow, as though the only thing sustaining her was the electrical storm which seethed around her. It was her own anger which longed to push away his words and his compassion. She did not want either, yet she clung to them ~ both of them. The hand he offered her was more than she could have asked for, more than she deserved. He offered her acceptance in place of understanding. Was that not what she had wanted? Two centuries had passed and she still wanted to please him. To do everything he asked of her... she had done everything for him, and almost died for him. She should have died for him. Were it not for the gifts of the sister she had now lost, Aurael would have died. But what did dragons know of mortality? Did they fear death? Was she still a pawn he played with, a piece to be manoeuvred around on his board. He had sworn no allegiance to her... those words were the first he offered her. Would they be the last? She wanted to trust him, with all of her heart she longed to. But her trust was something which lay in ruins. Stolen by the woman she loved the most. Her foolish misguided hope. Her goal had been to find a place in this world of chaos and destruction which was free of both. But how could she do that when those she would call family turned on one another? Did she expect too much of them? It was easier to blame herself, at least that way she held the illusion that it had been her fault. The Moirai was her family, it would always be her family and she would protect it, even from itself. Whatever right Fiora believed she had to decide who Aurael extended her home to no longer existed. Hers would not be a voice of counsel the demigoddess had the heart or the mind to hear. The immortal was not the sister Aurael had believed her to be, whatever her reasons, they were her own. But this, she could not do this alone. If it had been her intention to slip silently into the night she would not have made her stand here. Every day the world grew smaller, every day the mystery dimmed that little bit more. Trust... how could she when all she knew was betrayal. Not of her, but of what she believed in. Yet Syriak continued to look at her, his molten eyes unchanged, his head and heart unclouded by the storm which claimed her resolve. Could she trust the dragon? What other choice did she have? Aurael had wanted him to bring her back, to give her hope where there was none. Somehow he had ignited the spark of humanity which still beat within her chest... the tiny shred that Romulus had claimed her a lesser being for possessing. The last of the lightning rippled along her skin in smooth lines before dissipating as her hand slipping into his. Even the currents which had held her aloft slowly returned her to the ground. But the energy still clung to her, encircled her like the protective embrace of a parent. That was when she became aware of Holly and the unknown woman. The emotions started to turn within her, slowly at first... the compassion she had thought she lost struggling to find its way to the surface. It was the witch her lightning gaze turned to. Whether Holly realised it or not, she was the embodiment of everything Aurael longed to protect. It was that protection which would turn her into a monster. |
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| Post #7 Dec 13 2013, 12:38 PM | Arikarka |
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Awkwardly stepping around broken debris Holly moved at a very slow pace. Chaos this early in the morning was not what she had expected at all. Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep moving forward... you can do this. Its not like Aurael is one of the few people you know in Niwa and is in danger due to elements you have no inkling of how they work. Really, its fine. Things like this are always the plot twist in a book - it always turns out fine... NO. No. Don't think like that. It will all be fine... She could feel the eyes of the other woman on her, but Holly didn't look up and acknowledge the stare-down. The red-head felt awkward enough as it was without inducing a battle of eye contact. She was here for a reason. What specifically she wasn't sure, but the Magpie wouldn't have invaded her dream and woken her if it weren't important in some way. When she felt the woman's gaze leave her Holly looked up and immediately felt under dressed and under.. well... everything. Here she was still in yoga pants and a sweatshirt with a cloak over her shoulder and there was her all dressed to the nines. Yes. Holly was very misplaced here. Hugging her arms around her torso Holly stopped her advances and leaned against a still standing pillar. The wind still badgered her in the face so with a quick expelling of breath Holly commanded the wind to move around her. No light or twinkling was created to show magic had just been done, it just simply followed her wishes . Turned out the spell wasn't needed for too long. Now able to focus on Aurael and the man who braved the winds further, Holly watched as the gusts parted for the rather tall man. A heavy moment passed though the witch couldn't hear what was being said. Then hands slipped into each other (Holly couldn't help but 'aww' slightly in her head, despite the chaos of the situation) and everything began to die down. Aurael floated gently back to the ground and the static seemed to begin to dissipate into the earth. It wasn't until Aurael locked eyes with hers that Holly felt the heaviness of the situation. Within her eyes danced lightning and Holly felt very exposed to the tremendous gaze. Whatever had transpired between the demigod and the man was important and Holly felt as if this were an out of body experience. Was she really here? Or was this a dream in which the Magpie allowed her to see? Her voice caught in her throat when she tried to speak, so Holly just stood there captured by the gaze of the demigod. Like a deer she stood still, no inch of her moving except for her breath - which currently was slightly faster than a normal human's. |
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| Post #8 Dec 14 2013, 07:48 PM | Centauries |
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Becoming a spectacle was not his intent, in fact for the past two hundred years Syriak had always kept himself at arm’s length of the happenings of mortal men. They were all the same until a single woman rose up to the surface, and displayed the best qualities of the human race. Aurael’s touch brought an overwhelming warmth to the depths of his chest that not even he could ignore. She had been the mystery he had longed for, the woman he once lost and never expected to see again. If it was not for the company she kept he would have wrapped his arms around her, and promised to never let go. His heart could not accept the chance of losing her a second time. Or, of her being physically hurt. In one sense he should be thankful, witnessing Aurael being injured would have brought on the incomprehensible rage of a dragon. But he would have caused further damage, to the nightclub and to the people in the The woman Aurael looked towards seemed human for lack of a better word. A part of him assumed she was different, like many of the people within Niwa. He could not help but wonder. In the passing of a thousand years, would they too become a story of myth and legend and share the bedtime storeys amongst dragons and things that go bump in the night. His molten eyes silently questioned the appearance of the woman as he stood beside Aurael. |
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| Post #9 Dec 15 2013, 06:50 AM | Faith |
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Holly... Aurael was ashamed for the witch to see her like this. Awash with the power that commanded her as much as she did it. Her lightning gaze fell to the hand Syriak held, he was her grounding when she had none. Yet between them there were no words, nothing which could have expressed that feeling. For the most part the blade she had clutched to her chest was free of the dried and staining blood which was soaked and spattered over the rest of the demigoddess. Offering the ornate sword to Syriak she all but pressed it into his other hand. The burden of all it represented finally growing too heavy for her heart to bear. Her hand stayed in the dragon’s, clinging to him and all he offered her. But her attention was completely fixed on the woman she had first met with magpie wings surrounded by soft blue lights. “Tell me Holly, what do you see?” Her voice carried like the electrical storm. But instead of commanding, the question quaked with uncertainty. Aurael had always known her own heart, the path she would take. But now... All around them the electrical storm exploded into a shower of sparks which light up the air like burning confetti. The energy surging one last time before finally dissipating. Only the currents closest to Aurael remained, but they too were lessening. The demigoddess needed to know what Holly saw with the mage sight she had first glimpsed her through. Was she a monster? Were they all monsters? She took a few steps towards the witch, her gait made uneven by the single missing shoe, but she would have stopped the moment she reached the limit of Syriak’s touch. Unwilling or unable to pull away from him. Across from them Eris simply watched the events play out before her, she was neither actor or audience but something in between. Like a potential benefactor waiting to be amazed and romanced by the group of artisans. |
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| Post #10 Dec 19 2013, 03:57 PM | Arikarka |
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((Sorry for the wait! It has been so busy at work I just go home and sleep, then wake up and go to work. Also, if anyone doesn't like how I describe how Holly sees your character's magic let me know and we can change it no problem!!)) “Tell me Holly, what do you see?” Uhhh.... what? The question threw the witch for a moment. What did she see? Destruction, ruin, a pregnant lady, and two strangers. She couldn't see, but feel the broken glass under her feet and the static slowly fading in the air as the currents grounded itself beneath them. Then her mind caught up with what Aurael was really asking. What did she see. But did she really want to? Her Mage Sight was a powerful tool, indeed, but anything she saw stayed with her for life. It's how she was able to read ruins and symbols so easily - the memories of seeing the core threads and latches of what made magic magic were ingrained in her consciousness. It was dead useful, but could also leave scars. Voodoo, curses, and ill-intended hexes had disgusted her so much she once gave up using the tool for three months. Though Holly had sensed nothing but good positive vibes from the demigoddess in their past few visits and had seen her magic with her Sight already Holly was uncertain to do so again. Something had happened tonight, something she had no grasp on nor understanding. Then there were the other two people around. The witch didn't just showcase her magic in front of anyone, no matter how indifferent she tended to be to their reactions. She'd been the target of fear and hate enough to know not everyone appreciated knowing magic was real. But... The one, the man, stood with Aureal holding hands as if nothing was amiss. He stared relentlessly at her making the red head feel like a bug. If that was the only indicator towards if he himself was human or not, Holly would vote not-human. Oh boy. The other woman Holly wasn't sure of, but either way, there was one way to find out. Securing her balance against the pillar she leaned against Holly took a deep breath and focused her senses inward then out. The stone at her fingertips faded as did the sensation of lightning in the room. She no longer could hear the sounds of the wind of the elevation or even her own quickened breathing. Nothing could be smelled and nothing would be tasteful on her tongue had she been eating anything. Quickly her eyes frosted over from green to ice-blue. Her skin took on the pale grey of one frozen, blossoming from her face down her neck and to her arms and beyond. Her breath came out now foggy as ice fractaled along her skin around her eyes. Small icicles dripped down her eyelashes as the air condensed and froze around her. What Holly saw as the Sight took over took her breath away. She didn't know what to look at first. There was Aurael's magic, same as ever if not a little frazzled than she had seen it last - which made sense. She had just destroyed her own house and teetered on the edge of going crazy... but she wasn't judging. Silver and blue energy -magic- rotated around her in thin lines and wisps with runes orbiting the chakara points. Magic symbols and runes for lightning, power, strength, copy, and more the witch could make out, then even more she hadn't seen before. It was just as stunning and beautiful as it was in the library when Holly first And speaking of things Holy had never encountered before.... When her Sight took in Aureal's companion Holly almost feinted in shock, awe, and disbelief. It. Was. A. Fucking. Dragon. SHE KNEW IT Oh.... My..... Goddess.... Dragons do exist. Holly froze - whether it was real or imagined Holly's reality simply ceased to exist. Dragons were real. OMFG. The witch could scarcely breathe. All her theories - theories on griffins, elves, and more, including dragons, that they must exist in some way or another were just proven true. If dragons were real so was everything else in her fantasy books and legends. If A=B and B=C then A=C. OMFG. She couldn't look away. The man, well, dragon, stood tall. She could see his human silhouette as a black mist of obscuring magic with markings and symbols she'd never known existed. She couldn't even make out an inkling of what they stood for.... Well.... she probably could if she weren't in the middle of a panic attack due to realizing her wildest dreams come true. The rest of his magic was beyond impressive. Smoke with colors running wild like oil in water was the full flight length of his wings and curl of his tail. The wingspan would have dwarfed her own feathers had the sun still been down. Elemental symbols and markings for heat, fire, chaos, and shift began to make themselves known to the nerdy witch. Though not certain what those meant Holly could only assume that, being a dragon, that meant he could indeed breathe fire. OMFG. In all of this, had Holly turned around and realized the woman behind her, too, was a dragon, there was no doubt Holly would have fainted dead away. The minutes crept by but still Holly kept in her icy state of Seeing. As per her emotions, her magic reacted around her. Ice grew beginning from her hands that rested against the pillar and at her feet. The air around her cooled and condensed to small pin-point snowflakes around her the longer she stayed Seeing. Had Holly also not been freaking out out she would have realized this was the longest she had kept the Sight up and maybe she should have snapped out of it. Edited by Arikarka, Dec 19 2013, 03:58 PM.
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