An Ancient Warrior {OPEN!!!}

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Bristile
I am an Ancient Warrior...A God of Time

The air was silent, and not even a whisper of a breeze penetrated the night air. It was the new moon this night, and there was a light cloud cover, so that all was pitch black. Yet morning was nearer than one would think. One could not see the bloody ground, stained from countless battles, some large, and some small. The place was empty, but for the bones of ancient horses killed in battle. Or at least, so it appeared. Only a horse with keen ears could hear the soft, slow beat of leather wings, but would think nothing of it. Yet a horse should. The slow, rhythmic sound of death approaching was what it was. Yet there were no horses here, so all was well. A slightly hued outline could barely be seen against the black background. A massive outline, beautiful and deadly. Great and powerful.

The wings flapped harder as he neared the ground, and with a gentle thud, he touched down. A low snorting could be heard, as if from a massive draft horse, but far more powerful. He slowed his motion on huge, taloned feet, and looked up, black eyes glittering. The colossal wings folded, and suddenly, the figure shrank, and there was a tall, chestnut stallion walking through the ancient battle field. His pace was brisk and nearly silent. He could feel the sunrise drawing closer and closer, living through the moment. More than a hundred thousands sunrise's he had seen, many lifetimes of mortals. He was a ruler of time, of the virtue of patience and chivalry. He had seen more than many a seasoned gods had seen. His life, stretching on forever, like time itself. He had no escape, for he was Time itself, and all that had been, he had seen.

However, Time was not his to control. He could not make the sun rise any faster than it did, as that was the way of the Universe, which was not his job. No, he was the one who watched it all. Who destroyed those who dare defy time. Those who waste it on piteous, fleeting joys, and those who do not appreciate their life. And those who destroyed others. Yes, he had been the one charged with cursing the living who did not deserve life, yet could not be killed. No god could strike down a living, one with a burning soul, by their mere power. It was against all nature, the Universe itself. And there is nothing, no god, no chant or power that can out do the will of the Universe. Nothing.

He paused, at the exact moment that Dawn's nimble fingers touched the earth, caressing it, and the land rejoiced. This was a beautiful place, though stained in red. He paused, and looked back at the sunrise, staring at the rising sun. "Good morning," he said softly. With that, he turned and walked on, away from the blood, away from the pain, and away from the painful reminder of his own, terrible job: What had he done to such a beautiful place?

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[Mazzira]

Hades

And from that one day, Death wore white

He was the god that knew the most of mortals, who knew there feeble, pitiful lives and understood their sorrows, joys, triumphs and fails. He knew what they felt as life ended, as their bodies died and their souls were cut loose. He understood what they felt whn they died, which was something a god could never do. He knew what it was like to die, unlike any other of the gods and goddesses, but he could never die himself. Never.

He was Death, the Grim Reaper, one of the horses of apocalypse. He guided the souls of the dead to the underworld and watched over them for the rest of eternity. Except, at that moment, he wasn't. He was roaming the mortal realms, looking like one of them, acting like one of them, except at night, when he took the form most saw him as when they left the mortal realms forever. And it was night, the sun was still hidden behind the horizon and the sky dark as the Grim Reaper's coat as he ran.

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[Velnias]

Otter

My wings were folded, tucked away inside me, invisible now. I had touched earth shortly ago, feeling now the growing strength of my hooves as I took careful, poised steps over the ground. The grass was springy and soft, and my slender hooves parted it gracefully. I had returned to my truest mortal form, and it was my beautiful form. Yet it was still different from my divine form. Drawn to the earth, I had become a white mare, purer than others. Not a swatch or speck of dirt or debris clung to my coat, and I walked over the ground lithely, as if not touching it. The earth's faint, cool breeze stroked my skin and furled my light and silver-white mane and tail. My silvery hooves felt the soft soil beneath them, and yet didn't leave hoofprints that could be seen. But all around me, the light shone on the terra. The roses, carnation pink and lovely red, bloomed around my slender legs as I walked.

A kind feeling came over me and I smiled hazily, dreamily. I dipped my head to he ground and breathed in the scent of the single tulip flower that had grown at my feet, when I stopped. And then, I touched the ground with my velvet lip, offering it a soft kiss. Where I touched the soil, a new flower grew, tall and petite and slender. It was lavandar colored and its stem was fresh and green. I smiled, and then I willed my body to change. Larger and larger the flower grew, because smaller and smaller I became. I fluttered my tiny wings and alighted from the ground, my body light and feathered. Singing the twittering song of a delighted hummingbird, I perched atop the flower's petals. I drank in it scent and then my throat pulated with a song. The other birds joined in with mine, muttering our lively, curious song. And then I willed my body to change form again, to return to my equine body and leave my tiny hummingbird form. I did, and still the birds sang for me in the trees. The place was beautiful, completed by their song.

There was a power around me that I felt then. The sunrise cast a glow over the land and over me, and my coat shimmered. But ahead stood a figure, tall and red as the sun itself. I approached him, unafraid, and stood near him. The stallion was tall and muscular, noble and dignified. His eyes were gold flecked and wise like mine were, wiser than any mortal's could be. nd that was how I knew; he must be one of the immortals. He looked out over the dawn horizon, his face cast aglow by its firelight. And I turned to see it as well, watching the sky light on fire as the sun rose. "Noxadon," I said in a soft, serene voice. "It is you, Lord of Time." A vague, calm smile lit the corners of my mouth.

And behind us there was another stallion, I turned and saw him. He was pale and white, unusual for the presence he brought. His eyes were deep, blue in color, and he seemed as divine as any could be. The same faint glow radiated from his body as it did from both mine and the other stallion's. "And the Lord of Death," I greeted the other divine. The breeze lifted my mane again from my neck and the tiny diamonds threaded through the silver locks glittered. My blue-green eyes gazed at the sun again as it gazed, in turn, over us. The tiniest hummingbird from the trees nearby fluttered to my shoulder, carried by the wind. He perched atop my back and twittered once, singing the final melodic verse of the song I had begun.

OOC - Didn't know if you were finished, Mazz. Include Kalli in your post or not, doesn't matter.

[Mazzira]

OOC (I'm just gonna say that post is done, k?)

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[Mazzira]

Hades

And from that one day, Death wore white

How easy it was for the lord of Death to get depressed. It only took a few thousands years of guiding souls to the underworld and hearing them scream in agony as they realised they had forever in the dreary, shadowy place filled with three headed dogs and other depressed souls. He had heard millions of souls moan for mercy, that they'd done nothing wrong and deserved to have a happy afterlife, but what they didn't understand that the afterlife was never happy for mortals, never. And gods never died, so there ws no afterlife for them.

And so Hades, the Grim Reaper, was feeling pretty down as he laid eyes upon the God of Time in his mortal form. The big chestnut stallion was like a warhorse built strong and heavy, and the Lord of Death looked like a walking skeleton next to him, with his pale white coat that didn't shine in the sun and the skull that covered his face. All that was seeable were his two almost glowing blue eyes that took in the dawn world with dull interest. He'd seen enough dawns that it no longer mattered when the sun rose and set, except for the fact that when it set he was free of his mortal form for the time it was below that horizon and able to do his job.

The gentle fingers of dawn had stroked over his black coat only moments before, bleaching it to the bone white it now was. His head had become that of a normal horse, rather than the skull of his divine form, leaving him looking rather normal. Unless you looked carefully. Within the tangled locks of his white mane three hourglass were hidden, telling the time of three special horses. One was his daughter, the child of a mortal mare and himself. The other was a stallion he lost no love on, and the last was that of the mare who had birthed his daughter, although she was already dead and lost within the shadow depths of the underworld.

Why he kept her hourglass with him, no one knew. Perhaps he had a strange attachment to the mortal mare that had given birth to the child of the god of death. Perhaps he even loved her, or perhaps not. Maybe he just hadn't gotten rid of it yet, and maybe he didn't want to. Or perhaps he just hadn't found a reason to let go it yet. The reason why he had his daughter's was obvious, because with it he could find her at any moment, even if she wasn't dying, and tell her who she really was. If her mother hadn't, of course.

The lord of death and keeper of the underworld snorted softly as her heard almost silent hoofbeats approach. Another immortal, the god knew without turning. He didn't know which, but it had to be among those sent to the mortal realms to learn how the world was fairing and to decide if those that were cursed should be released. Hades was undecided on that, because he hadn't been among the numbers that cursed them in the first place. He'd been too busy with escorting souls to the underworld to bother with other gods meddling with the mortals. They meddled too much, if anyone asked him. Too much for the mortals good. Sometimes those whose lives measured in decades rather than eternity needed to figure life out for themselves, rather than be guided by the divine forces that watched them until the world fell down around them.

A sweet, melodic voice floated through the air, and Hades knew who it was the instant he heard the voice that sang those lyrics. It was Kallistei, the goddess of love. Another one that meddled with mortal affairs almost as much as Death himself, who stood, his coat dull but surrounded in the aura that all gods had, next to the Lord of Time, Bristile. It seemed the gods were meeting, or, at least those that were roaming the mortal realms. Bristile, the God fo Time. Hades, the Lord of Death, Kallistei, Goddess of Love, who next? Alethea, the Truthseeker? Or maybe the King of the Gods himself would come down and talk with his immortal pawns that were disguised as mortals?

"Kallistei. Its been awhile, hasn't it?" The Grim Reaper's voice was oddly smooth and lyrical for that of the god of death. As were his movements as he walked to the goddess and touched his nose to her's in greeting. While the sun shone bright overhead he wasn't what anyone expected the god of death to be, but when the sun sank below the horizon and the dusky light faded he became what he was expected to be. A jet black friesian with a skull of a horse and a bundle of hourglasses around his neck, three of which were very important to him. The one that trickled away his daughter's life, the one that was completely run and the one that held the grains of his most hated mortal. The mortal that sent so many souls that should've lived longer to the Grim Reaper. The mortal that should've been trapped with the cursed horses. Valek.

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Notes/Other: Uh...the ending was a little unexpected for me.

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Bristile
I am an ancient warrior...a god of Time.

Time was fickle. The one that nobody ever trusted, yet it always was truthful. Time never sped up, nor did it slow down. It merely moved on. It was patient when mortals were not, and it always seemed to be in a hurry when they wanted more time. Yes, Bristile was blamed for many things that were not his fault. As he walked along, Dawn fingering him with her gentle touch, he sensed another presence. There were two more gods coming, two more in the chestnut's presence. One had an aura of sadness, of a deep heavy feeling that could only be the presence of Hades. And it was hard to mistaken that sweet melodic sound of dainty, almost noiseless hooves touching the ground. He was in the presence of Hades, the Lord of the dead, and Kallesti, the goddess of Love. He stopped, when she spoke, acknowledging her companions. However, it was Death he faced first.

"Hades," he said in his low, quiet voice. He dipped his head respectfully to the God. Many did not like him, most mortals hated him, yet he was not to be blamed for his job. A kind soul, was Death. Though even some of the Gods did not like him, yet he was important to Bristile, but all gods were to Time. Anything that happened due to the passing of Time was important to him. He then, turned to Kallesti, with the same level of respect, though he felt a hint of irritation at what she called him. He did not wish to be called that name, Bristile, or Time was good for him. However, he did not show this, she always called him that. She was as beautiful as ever, as she always was, and Hades as grim, though personally Bristile liked the handsome white coat he sported in daylight. Kallesti," he said to Love, and again, he dipped his head.

"Well, I doubt this is a coincidence, the three of us, Love, Death, and Time, all meeting in one place," he said. All were so connected, though some might not string them all together. Love could be a cause of Death, while Death was ever present, though it may strengthen Love, and there is never enough Time for Loving before life ends. It was strange, that they would meet here today, but it was so often that they met in the world of the mortals. Generally, however they did not go hand in hand, or at least, that was what Mortals believed. But what do they truly know about Love, Death, and Time?

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[Velnias]

OOC: Yes, yes. I'ma posting; coming tomorrow or Saturday.

[Velnias]

Kallistei

Coyote

Her hip changed, her feeling with it. It had been a long time since it was this one. It brought a fresh feeling of flowing energy. Time noted that I had arrived; he endowed a brisk nod of the head. I imparted a twinkling eye and a graceful stride. I saw that flicker in his eye; it wasn't uncommon for him to flinch just a moment at the name. Death watched from a step afar, polite and subtle. Always polite. It was ever interesting to me how mundanes would pin upon him such inhuman features. He was handsome, in a mysterious sort of way. None of that depressing talk was true of him. It was common, I found, for faulty souls to give a bad or terrifying name to a thing they didn't understand. As it was with myself, as it has been a practice to pair my name with metaphors such as, 'flirty', 'airhead', or 'flaunty'.

A matured gaze soothed my face. Knowledge was a beautiful thing.

"Ah, it is such a small place here. Much smaller than home." I turned my eyes to the sun, their glassy fronts glittering in gold. They crackled like a warm fire in the red streaked sky, not violent; in fact, rather cozy. I shuddered in their wise warmth. A distant howl faded away, I hushed it with the breeze. A lone grey figure willed himself closer to me, standing with the others. I blinked at it, calming, soothing the animal. He stopped, breath caught in my gaze. My flecked eyes watched as it flirted away into the brush, it's pale brown-grey streaked coat the loudest thing apart from its padded feet.

My locks lifted just barely with the breeze. I didn't mind. The company had fallen silent; I knew at least one of us had fallen silent to his own pale thoughts. The gap was easily filled with the liquid light pouring out acros the horizon; I certainly didn't need to say anything to cap it off. However, I was a sensitive mare, if I might say so. I felt a drawing mood, etching itself on Death and Time's faces. I glanced across it, skimming it, reading it, and looked away unabashed.

I noticed it, then.

She took Her soft hands and caressed my face with them for a final time. Huffing away, She released a cold draft and it blew until it rooted inside me, then it bubbled hot and burning, growing ominously. I turned to my companion, asking in my eyes for a twitter of comfort. The tiny avian offered none; he allowed Her to sweep him away. His sound was silenced in Her foreboding breath.

Mother Nature always had funny ways of telling me things.

OOC: So...do we go anywhere more in this post? I know Hoss started another thread in the Pillars...