A Decision to Be Made (Open to all the gods)

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OOC(I'm writing in no particular perspective for the first paragraph so I am puttingn o character name above it. Everything below that is Karii)

Sand rose around the circle as if caught in a whirlwind, but not wind was felt. It rose higher and higher, surrounding the Divine's meeting place in a fine wall of sand that was condensing in one place. The grains formed together, creting a almost sandstone looking statue of a handsome young stallion. The edges of the sand wavered, showing that the hors was not solid, only sand, but slowly it settled and turned solid. Each hair came into bein, and then standing there, blinking furiously, was a sand coloured stallion. His coat was the colour of yellow sand and his mane, tail and darker points were coloured to the red desert sands. His eyes were sky blue, when they were visible, and held a slightly annoyed expression as he kept blinking quickly as if to expell something from his eye. A hawk shrieked above and landed on his wither, stretching its wings to keep its balance as the stallion walked into the circle.

Karii

I died and was reborn...

I blinked quickly, a point of pain stuck nder my eyelid. I couldn't really see a thing as I walked into the circle of gods and goddesses with Terasi perched on my withers, her talons digging into my skin. If I wasn't annoyed at the piece of sand stuck in my eye I would have been snapping at her for that but at that moment the sand was annoying me. Also, the irony of it was getting to me. The God of Desert got sand in his eye. How stupidly, annoyingly ironic is that? I snorted and blinked again, the sad irritating my eye until tears started to form in it.

"How ironic." I growled. Then I said in a nicer, less pissed off voice. "I got sand in my eye."

I glanced at all of the gods, my kin now I guessed and sighed. Great, more family to worry about. Really I liked it better when it was just me and Terasi, but that call had been impossible not to come to, even if I was a little late. Hey! Its not my fault that I was busy with a sandstorm. I can’t be everywhere, y’know? I’m not Saani, I’m not a spirit. I’m not the sand or the wind or the sky. I’m just one horse, one god, stuck forever in the desert. All I could do was try to be even a tiny glimmer of what Saani was before he gave me everything he had. You are great, Karii. I gave you the power to be. The problem is that you are young and do not yet understand it. the same whisper that had been in my head since I had woken surrounded by desert sands of all colours, even some beach sand mixed in, and blinking up at Terasi, my guardian. Sometimes I really hated that hawk.

I really mean that too. She’s always telling me something or whispering in my ear what I shouldn’t try. Stupid animal. Sometimes it would be so much easier to crush her with the sand that was constantly surrounding me, moved as if by a wind that didn’t exist but, just like me, she couldn’t die. Saani had given her that skill as well as the ability to protect me with powers not even I knew. She did and I sensed sometimes that she knew she could stop me in a moment if she wanted to. Unfortunate that a hawk is more powerful than me but that’s the way life is. And I suspected that my sire, the one who made me what I am, wanted her to be able to keep me in check. From what I’ve heard of him he is, or at least was, a great judge of character, even I was basically dead when he found me. Or was he already there, feeling my blood soak into the sands as he decided what to do.

I snorted softly at that memory, that one fierce, burning memory when I felt what it was like to be the sun and the wind and the sky, when I knew the most secret oasis in the desert and where the tiger’s eyes gems filled creeks tumbling with chunks of gold as large as my hoof. For that one moment, I had been the desert. I had been everything, from the ants in the sand to Terasi circling protectively above my head to the wind under her wings and the sand soaking up the blood from my now healed wounds. I was everywhere and nowhere, a spirit. I was the desert. And then everything snapped back. Saani had left me like that, more powerful than any horse had the right to be, because transferring his power had basically killed him. As much as an ancient elemental spirit could be killed, that is.


...reborn as the desert sands

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Muse: eh. I’m still getting to understand him properly.
Notes/Other: No Hades in this post because I have feeling he would’ve killed my muse. And don’t ‘cha just love Karii’s entrance?

[Velnias]

Kallistei

Hawk

Feathers bristled again under my skin. Sometimes words didn't work as well...sometimes I didn't allow them. Sometimes I sat, I waited, I judged. Inside I warned myself now could not be the time for such waiting, but in the span of only a short time each god and goddess was taking their place on the stand and speaking their own truths. Mine was coming; it needed to be spoken. I'd heard from the young fire god, the foreboding death god, the witty truth goddess, the persistent time god, and the stubborn fear god. I told myself to choose my side; now was the time. If anything, Love had to be the thing to save us.

Or destroy us.

To be loyal to the Truth was the rightest thing to do; to agree with her words was the easiest because I knew her so well. To listen to Diablo's words was to be difficult, as it was to be for anyone, seeing how young an immortal he was. I've often wondered how it is we tell our ages, but somehow we do. We know he's young, and Bristile is old, but how? As for me, I decide by counting the golden specks in their eyes. The memories of wisdom. Bristile's eyes were equally as full as Ava's, and so were Death's. The ideaology of being the Love goddess was that you had to love everyone equally and that was what I did. Every time. Up until the point I made my choice. And the gods were presenting their speeches, so I listened.

Hades seemed dreadfully eager to speak, complimenting his speech with a warning to Ember. I told myself I would hear him out later. For now, the gold was glistening in Death's eyes as he began.

"I, for one, agree with Time on this matter. These Cursed horses, these immortals that shouldn't be immortal, are not something that should be walking the mortal or immortal realms. They are stuck, trapped between life and death for sins that yes, they did commit, but a long time ago even in the eyes of us divines. True, the wrongs they did were truly terrible and I was busier then I had been for a great many centuries, but time has passed and I hear them crying. Crying for redemption and freedom. They are abominations in the mortal realms, their souls trapped in eternal torment that truly only a god could endure. Their sins are forever in their minds and I can them calling, calling. They know their wrongs and understand they sins and all they want is to be wrapped in the gentle embrace of Death's arms. I know I cannot be the only among us who hears their pitiful cries for salvation, so I ask you, fellow immortals, is it right for them to remain Cursed when they no longer carry the evil inside them? Is it right for them to be burdaned with their sins forever, never being able to accept the redemption of death? Or should they be freed into the arms of Life or Death, depending on the path they wish to chose? It is our choice, our decision. Will we free them, or will we become the wrongdoers? Will we keep imprisoned souls trapped when they call for our help and our acceptance? Doing that will make us just as bad as them, perhaps worse as it was us that Cursed them in the first place because it was not only the horses we affected when we trapped them within their lands. I remember walking through the Cursed lands back when they used to be free lands for anyone to wander. They were so beautiful that even me, the God of Death, had to comment on the beauty of the place. It was the most beautiful lands in the entire Mortals realms, perhaps even coming close to the beauty of our own Divine lands."

Hades was the God of Death. Considering his affliction against certain tiny sand-glasses he kept with him at all times, it would be understandable that he should take this opinion. For Death, it seemed best everything be routine. It was customary though, I had found, for a war to lead to more war, and for a death to lead to more deaths. As long as there were any of us still living, there would always be an argument and there would always be fighting in our name. Hence the fact that there would always be war; the thirst for blood would never be fully quenched. And now I was certain that Death, too, knew this as a fact. It was simple enough to comprehend but for him to be able to complete his tasks was a strange thing already. With more war, as he stated that he supported, his jobs would radically become more frequent. Somehow, I saw his words both poetic and foreboding and I was nearly compelled to speak up in that instant...but I paused.

Hades stopped his pacing for a moment, swinging his grey head around. His icy blue eyes wanted to shiver my skin, but I didn't fear him in that instant for what he said, or the deeply staring look he gave me. Beside me, I felt Ava shift just a little, as if she was uncomfortable that Death seemed to be pressuring me. But I wanted to tell her, No. I am strong. Never fear. I nearly did. But Hades' words finished his speech. "All I can do is remember, though, as I can no longer enter those lands for there is no death and I am not needed. True, I can wander any realm I wish but the Cursed lands are a place I cannot set foot on. It saddens me to think such beauty is broken and decaying under the weight of our curse. I had no part in the decision to curse those horses but I will not take this anymore. They will be freed and they will have the redemption they cry for. They never should have been cursed and so it my decision that they will be freed to chose their own path. Whether it be to me or to a new life I do not care, I just want an end to this atrocity. That is what I think, and it will be what I always think. So, next time when a decision as momentous as the decision to imprison the Cursed Ones is made, remember to call me to the party. I do have an opinion, remember, and if I wanted to I could bring these realms tumbling to the underworld with no more effort than breathing. I'm not the God of Death for no reason, remember."

It was true. He was the God of Death for a reason. Maybe it was because no one else could ever be him. None of us could ever be the other. It was why we were all here in our places forever, debating. Bickering. Consenting once in a while. I shifted from hoof to hoof, not being uncomfortable but suddenly feeling tired. Exhausted, for all these years I had used these silver hooves to walk on. Because no matter how I changed in thought I would always be me. However long I had been me, that is. I looked age four, but suddenly I felt age forty. Maybe I had lived for four thousand. It was no joke; I didn't know. Maybe none of us did; it was impossible even for Death to know, because he had never had us brought before him.

And as my friend stepped forward, her splicing words leapt ahead at the steel grey god of Death. You are acting like a
spoiled child. You don't get your way so you threaten us, is that
it? If you were going to destroy the lands you would have done it
already, but you can't. You're nothing but a mere pussy cat, one
that wouldn't hurt a fly." She looked away from the god pointedly, deciding to address the entire congregation. Seeing her stand there, next to Death, true to her ways, made me tired enough that my knees nearly buckled down, but I stood. Always, always true. Oh, Ava. But I asked myself who followed the truest, and whose ways to follow were the truest. Yes, there is a difference. "Not all horses become cursed when they do wrong. We only punish those who have committed the worst crimes, and continue to do so after being warned. Occasionally we make mistakes, but everyone does. Is it not better to have one innocent pay the price then have hundreds of guilty get off scotch free to go do it some more."

There is a world of difference.

Between Death and Truth, they should be one and the same. But I know now that they are not.

And the fiery red eyes interrupted the crackling air between these two beings with short words. I found it easiest, sometimes to listen to the young, although I sometimes had to do so with greater intensity. Often the problem with young ones is that they are influenced or they do not truly know what they are saying. Often they understand the least. But sometimes the one who has been around less is influenced less, and sometimes holds great possibilities. "What Hades said is very true. Ava's words, however, also have a truth and meaning to them. These cursed horses are being punished for a reason, yet the innocent are somehow becoming entangled in the punishment. In my opinion...we set the cursed free. But there is the problem with containing the ones who do wrong. I say we find another method of punishment for the wrong-doers and help the innocent." He was trying to make a bridge. I wasn't a pacifist but I wasn't a warmonger either. And my time was coming; to build the bridge, or to burn it?

Next, two speakers clashed. Bristile and his son. The migraines were beating apart my head now, bludgeoning my thoughts. My face was beautiful and stoic; it glowed more radiant with each weakening pulse. I could no longer listen to their speeches; I know what they would say anyway. You come to a point where, after so many thousands of years, you can about guess what the other is going to think. I was supposed to be master of emotions, particularly of my namesake, and I was good at it. I had to be polite, though. I had to speak when it was right. When it was quiet. Oh, it would never be quiet.

"Truth is right," I said. Then, silence. I blinked hazily, but my eyes were piercing like a hawk's. I silently instructed them with a soft glare and a strong, quiet voice that it would not be best to interrupt. "But she has only misjudged. As have you," I nodded to Bristile, nearest me. "The Cursed lands are forsaken even for some of us to go. Some of us choose not to go. But I've seen them from the distance; I feel their power. I do not fear it. I do not love it. But it is unnatural and it shouldn't be there. And yet, it was not our choice to create it there. It was theirs."

I raised my head to meet each horse's eyes. "The ones who roam those lands are the ones who chose that place to be there and it is therefore theirs, not ours, to control. We cannot make this decision for them, for the beings that live in that place are nearly as powerful as we. Immortal. Therefore it would be unwise to unleash them, and thus condemn our mundane friends. But it would be unwise to keep them trapped there, for they are growing and multiplying. Soon they will become more powerful than us and once that happens, we will not be able to stop them. Even you, God of Death, cannot kill an immortal. That is why we cannot let that time come and pass; that time is approaching fast as the sun is rising and setting. I can feel it." My eyes were blue-green gems, hard and glimmering. Unwavering.

"I have decided where I stand, and it is with none of you." I stood with my hooves planted and the diamond specks glittered in my mane. An ally stood beside me, an enemy stood near me with an old bittersweet friend who was his father. And a walking partner stood before me, nearer to a young stallion whose eyes glowed like fire. I turned to the grey Thoroughbred stallion and saw his gleaming coat. As pristine as it was, alike all of ours, I could see clearer than anything the faint images of the deaths of multitudes. And I saw one time when there was great death, and one time where there could be no death. That, I feared, would be the time Death would wither. I couldn't let it come. My eyes reflected off his coat and met his. Mine were full of my own visions; my thoughts and wishes. "I remember, Death. I remember seeing that place before there were curses we could give that were so great that they could take your power from you. I remember when all the world was green, and we were scarcer. When we weren't safe and carefree, and life and death actually meant something." Then I turned to Ava and said, "And I remember a time when the earth didn't hide you and when they feared you out of respect. When you were necessary to every life." I paused, meeting Time's eyes but speaking to both Ava and Death. "I remember when the Cursed didn't exist here, when they were not cheating Death and lying about their decisions."

Then I directed my attention to Bristile, whose speech had seemed meaningful and determined to himself when he had spoken earlier. Oh, we were all stubborn. And I was about to grow that way as well. I thought briefly and spoke, locking eyes with the Lord of Time. "And you, you were right and wrong. You know about their punishment but you failed to estimate something else. Their own fears. I know that. Because, yes, they fear death. They fear meeting him. But they fear the uncertainty of life as well. They are Cursed by choice; it is the only other thing they know or feel. Their actions and thoughts were left in the living lands by their own deeds and choices. None of us as divines created the Cursed lands. It was a Cursed place created for the forbidden ones whose deadly deeds were powerful enough to create it themselves. Therefore, it is only in our power as gods to maintain it. We can't control it."

The ones left were the fire god and the fear god. I could speak to them both on one thought. "You, Fear, are your father's son. You may not feel so entitled to respect the balance of your father's power because you will always live on without it. You are immortal, just like the rest of us. But you are immoral as well. You and I are separate but equal. We will always survive, all of us. But if the world beneath us is obliterated, we, too, shall be obliterated with it. If we choose middle ground, we will not survive another cycle of years. The Cursed ones are their own power and we must face it instead of running from it in your very name." Then I looked past Death's shoulder to the fire god, the young one who had spoken little and meant much.

"We all must know what we choose," I said to Diablo and the others, my icy eyes bearing down on him. "We have to decide now; I have decided already. Bear in mind that if we allow anything to go unnoticed, the effects would be drastic."

"We must go to them. We must ask them. We must give them the choice. If they pass final judgement, they are in Death's hands. If they leave the Cursed lands, they leave without its power for their immortality only rests in their birthplace and place of power. You will get your war, Bristile. The Cursed ones will be powerful. More so than the living. But we must offer them the choice, all of them."

I prepared for my final words. "The Cursed may choose to live or succumb to death, if you so believe that should be their punishment. And the living, they might be offered a choice as well. For we didn't create the Cursed lands but we must protect ourselves and the living by doing this. We must control the war, for we will create it. It is our duty, all of us."

And in the midst of that speech I noticed another god appear in the circle of the rest of us. He seemed mysterious and foreign, as foreign as we all seemed sometimes to each other. As foreign as I may seem to some or others. He seemed to carry the spirit of a hawk with him. He stood poised like one, and the visions of one seemed to flash in his eyes. It was a coincidence, then, that the engraved silk fur on my hip had changed again, as always, but now into a hawk? Ironic, maybe. Coincidental, never. Things don't simply happen. Not even little things. Especially not Cursed things.

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Muse: Aside from her talking so much. Bleh. That post seemed horrible; I feel bad for not posting sooner.
Notes: Her being a hawk now was just irony; I didn't actually plan it for Karii, unfortunately.

[Wild@Heart]

The youngest of us all stepped forward to fill the silence. His
pools were aflame with crimson color, tone filled with irritation.
What Hades Said Is Very True. His pools searched for mine, and I
easily met his gaze as he spoke of me. Ava's Words, However, Also
Have Truth And Meaning To Them. These Cursed Horses Are Being
Punished For A Reason, Yet The Innocent Are Somehow Becoming
Entangled In The Punishment. In My Opinion We Set The Cursed
Free, But There Is The Problem With Containing The Ones Who Do
Wrong. I Say We Find Another Method Of Punishment For The Wrong
Doers And Help The Innocent. I glared at him, his mask still
facing away but I was sure he could feel the heat from my gaze
before I finally turned away.

I could feel Bristile's heated gaze upon me, yet I easily ignored
it. Do You Not Understand What Is Happening In The Lands of The
Good And The Peaceful. They Have Nothing To Fear, They Sit And
Breed And Are Lazy, And Have Nothing To Talk About. They Have
Become Mere Instinct, Dumb Beasts. Of Course Not All Are Like This,
But You Cannot Deny What You See. There Are Many Who Have Seen
Their Folly's, They Cry For Redemption As Good Hades Had Pointed
Out. They, his sentence was cut off here as his son began to speak.

Just Because You've Found Yourself A Girlfriend Doesn't Mean We
Should Just Honor Your Stupid Need. His son's words were heated
and you could tell that they had penetrated the father's armor as
anger flashed in his pools and his harsh tone continued. I Do Not
Wish For My Needs To Be Fulfilled. I Have Only Once Ever Fulfilled
My Needs, And I Will Never Do It Again. His son once again spoke,
the argument continuing. If You Wish To Set Them Free, Then Let
Them Roam But Keep Their Punishment. Let Their Bodies Rot, Let
Them See The Free Horses, But They Will Remain Cursed.

An Easy Thing TO Say For An Inexperienced Youth. My Friends, You
Should All Know This; The World Was Never Right When There Was No
Evil. There Is No Threat Anymore, And The World Has Become Less
Beautiful Because There Is Nothing Worth Fighting For Anymore. The
Love We Feel For Others Is Only In Relatives And Is Only For
Breeding Purposes. Nobody Knows What It Is Like To Fear Anymore,
Nobody Knows What Is Is Like To Fight For Something That Matters
Because There Is Nothing Threatening To Take Away What Is It They
Truly Love. There Are Some Horses That Deserve Punishment, But
Don't We All Know That There Will Always Be Somebody Who Will Rise
Up And Defeat Them. Isn't Death, Their Greatest Fear, The Ultimate
Punishment. The Cursed Horses Do Not Need Us In Order To Be Punished.
Their Actions, Their Words And Their Thoughts, Are Their Greatest
Punishment. His pools once again met my own, and both of ours were
smoldering as opinions clashed. No, They Do Not Get Off Scotch Free.
Life Isn't Fair, And We All Should Know That The Bad Guy Doesn't
Always Lose.

It was Ember's turn to reply now, and it seemed as if all eyes had
fallen upon him, waiting for him to either shine or dim in the
pressure of the moment. Oh, So Daddy Knows Best Then. He turned
his attention away from his father, and put Diablo in the spotlight.
Why Do You Follow This Fool. He Thinks Only Of Himself, Only Of
His Own Cause, He Does Not Care For The Living. He Is An Old Man,
An Old Man Lost In Time, With Nothing To Do But Stir Up Trouble For
Us Normal Folks. He Enjoys Watching The Horses Struggle And Suffer.

His attention then turned to Hades. And You, You Have Plenty Of
Souls, Don't Go Whining Again, Be Useful. Soon enough he was talking
to the group. These Horses Were Cursed For A Reason, And They
Should Remain That Way. If You Feel Like Setting Them Free, Then
Why Not Chose The Middle Ground. Must It All End In Bitter Argument
And War. He and Hades had always hated each other, and yet I could
never clearly figure out why. Yes, I had my ideas, but I was sure
they each had their own reasons, ones that I would never know and
probably wouldn't agree with anyways.

I Don't Know About You, But I Think This Meeting Is A Waste Of Time.
So Let's Just Hurry Up And Decide, Or Something. But I Believe That
The Middle Ground Is The Safest. Ember made his way over to me,
and I casually smiled at him before letting my lips nibble upon
his spine. Nutter, Isn't He. A small chuckle rumbled out of my
cave as a smirk spread across my lips. The smirk quickly faded
as Bristile began to speak once again.

But You Should Know, Boy, That The Middle Ground Is Not The Safest.
I could feel his hide flinch beside me, sending vibrations
skittering through the air. For We All Should Know That Choosing
The Middle Ground Of Indifference Can Gather A Mighty Punishment.
From What I Have Learned The Vestibule Of Hell Is Reserved For Just
Those Sorts Of Souls. You Will Run, Fleeing, Chasing A Banner That
You Can Never Catch, While Being Stung By A Swarm Of Hornets, And
The Worms Will Wait On The Ground To eat Your Blood And Pus. His
description made my stomach turn and lips curl. Yes, I had seem
much worse in my life, yet I didn't like being reminded of the
warped sight.

But Gods Cant Die, So That Doesn't Mean Too Much, was Ember's
instant answer. I turned to him once again, comforting the beast
as I pressed my velveteen kissers to the side of his neck, letting
my breath warm his hide.

Truth Is Right. Kalli's voice startled me a little as it filled
the air. I hadn't been expecting her to voice her opinion so soon,
but I rotated my harks in her direction, prepared to catch every
word that she spoke. But She Has Only Misjudged, As Have You. The
Cursed Lands Are Forsaken, Even For Some Of Us To Go. Some Of Us
Choose Not To GO, But I've Seen Them From The Distance, I Feel
Their Power. I Do Not Feat It, I Do not Love It, But It is
Unnatural And It Shouldn't Be There. And Yet It Was Not Our Choice
To Create It There, It Was Theirs. The Ones Who Roam Those Lands
Are The Ones Who Chose That Place To Be There And It Is Therefor
Theirs, Not Ours, TO Control. We Cannot Make This Decision For Them,
For The Beings That Live In That Place Are Nearly As Powerful As
We, Immortal. Therefor It Would Be Unwise To Unleash Them, And
Thus Condemn Our Mundane Friends. But It Would Be Unwise To Keep
Them Trapped There, For They Are Growing And Multiplying. Soon
They Will Become More Powerful Than Us, And Once That Happens We
Will Not Be Able To Stop Them. Even You, God Of Death, Cannot
Kill An immortal. That Is Why We Cannot Let That Time Come And
Pass. That Time Is Approaching Fast As The Sun Is Rising and
Setting, I Can Feel It.

Her opinion mattered, although I wasn't sure I completely agreed
with it. Yes, something had to happen here, but the cursed didn't
need to be let go. I ended my thoughts as she continued on. I
Have Decided Where I Stand, And It Is With None Of You. I Remember
Death, I remember Seeing That Place Before There Were Curses We
Could Give That Were So Great That They Could Take Your Power
From You. I Remember When All The World Was Green And We Were
Scarcer, When We Weren't Safe And Carefree And Life And Death
Actually Meant Something. And I remember A Time When The Earth
Didn't Hide You, she said to me, And When They Feared You Out Of
Respect. When You Were Necessary To Every life. I Remember When
The Cursed Didn't Exist Here, When They Were Not Cheating Death
And Lying About Their Decisions.

She now turned her attention to the god of time, focusing her
aged eyes upon his. And You, You Were Right And Wrong. You Know
About Their Punishment, But You Failed To Estimate Something Else,
Their own Fears. I Know That Because, Yes, They Fear Death. They
Fear Meeting Him, But They Fear The Uncertainty Of Life As Well.
They Are Cursed By Choice, It Is The Only Other Thing They Know
Or Feel. Their Actions And Thoughts Were Left In The Living Lands
By Their Own Deeds And Choices. None Of Us Divines Created The
Cursed Lands, It Was A Cursed Place Created For The Forbidden Ones
Whose Deadly Deeds Were Powerful Enough To Create It Themselves.
Therefore, It Is Only In Our Power As Gods To Maintain It, We
Can't Control It. You, Fear, Are Your Father's Son. You May Not
Feel So Entitled To Respect The Balance Of Your Fathers Power
Because You Will Always Live On Without It. You Are Immortal, Just
Like The Rest Of Us, But You Are Immortal As Well. You And I Are
Separate But Equal, We Will Always Survive, All Of Us. But If The
World Beneath us Is Obliterated We Too Shall Be Obliterated With
It. If We Choose Middle Ground We Will Not Survive Another Cycle
Of Years. The Cursed Ones Are Their Own Power And We Must Face It
Instead Of Running From It In Your Very Name. We All Know What
We Choose. We Have To Decide Now, I Have Decided Already. Bear In
Mind That If We Allow Anything To Go Unnoticed The Effects Would
be Drastic. We Must Go To Them, We Must Ask Them. We Must Give
Them The Choice. If They Pass Final Judgment They Are In Death's
Hands, If They Leave The Cursed Lands They Leave Without Its Power,
For Their Immortality Only Rests In Their Birthplace And Place Of
Power. You Will Get Your War, Bristile. The Cursed Ones Will Be
Powerful, More So Then The Living, But We Must Offer Them The
Choice, All Of Them.

I could tell that she was wrapping up now, her words finally slowing
down and becoming more meaningful. The Cursed May Choose To Live
Or Succumb To Death, If You So Believe That Should Be Their
Punishment. And The Living, They Might Be Offered A Choice As
Well, For We Didn't Create The Cursed Lands But We Must Protect
Ourselves And The Living By Doing This. We Must Control The War,
For We Will Create It. It Is Our Duty, All Of Us. Her speech was
done now, as she let out the last words, and I watched her pools
shift to the new being that had entered. I payed little attention
to him though, seeing as he had yet to actually enter the circle
or introduce himself, and I continued on as if he wasn't even there.

My opinion was still forming, and I wasn't ready to fully voice it
just yet. I turned to Bristile, though, giving him a sympathetic
look. Dear, You Mustn't Punish Yourself For Your Son. You Are Going
To Live A Long Time, And You Deserve To Live Your Life To The
Fullest. I Think We Could Make An Exception, And You Should Elope
With That Nasty Creature You've Had Your Eye Upon. She Would Be
Good For You, And She Offers You The Opportunity To Love Again.
Not Everything In This World Is Bad, And Love Is One OF Them. I
wasn't a big sap, this was as close to it as I got, and I was
giving the ancient beast my permission to be with this nag mare,
although I was sure that he would come up with another excuse to
deny her and the connection they had. After All, There Is Nothing
I Love More Then A Sappy Love Story. I bestowed my smile upon him,
as I continued to study him.

I had nothing to say to any of the other gods, although I did turn
to Ember who stood beside me and whispered softly in his ear. What
Do You Say We Get Out Of Here And Leave The Decision Making To The
Others. My voice was so soft that only he would be able to hear it,
and the smug smirk upon my lips hinted that I could only be joking,
and yet the glint in my golden pools also told of the seriousness
in my voice.

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Muse; Terrible!

[.๑whovian๑.]

Ember

Fear Me.

"OH WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" his voice rang out loud and clear, and terrible. He was sick and tired of it. His eyes narrowed, he glared at the stupid mare. The goddess of love talked too much in his opinion. "Okay, for one," he growled. "The cursed were stupid. They deserve to be cursed, and I am through discussing this matter. And two, how the hell are we supposed to think with you yaking away? I don't give a rats ass whether or not you think I'm immoral, you're not my mother! You seriously need to quit blabbing and get to the point." The tall stallion turned to look at his companions, glaring at them all in turn, all but the goddess of Truth. What a bunch of old people.

"You guys are acting like you've gone to the glue factory. There are two options that we have: We can set them free, which I think is a bad idea, or we can keep them cursed. It's not that f****** hard people." His attention turned to the whirl of sand, and the entrance of a new god, Karo, or whatever the hell his name was. Oh, he thought he was so clever, what a cute little boy, WHAT A SPECTACULAR ENTRY! Ugh. He was sick and tired of this. Ah, but the little lover-gal was wrong. It was possible for a god to die. Anything can die, there just has to be something to take it's place. If he was master of love, and time, and death....well, the possibilities were endless.

He looked over at Truth, who seemed to be going along with his ideas. A smile curled onto his lips. "A fantastic idea, my dear," he said in a silky voice. He turned to his father, and the rest of the stupid cows that stood at this meeting. "Well, so long friends, but I will be going now." With that, he turned, and started to march away from the group, his ears turned back, his footsteps light, still very much a part of the meeting.


Bristile

Not all those that wander are lost.

He listened quietly as the other gods put in their thoughts, and he listened carefully to Kallistei as she spoke. Her words were full of wisdom, and he took in each one, paying no attention to the shifting of his son, but drinking in his words. He was glad to see that she was on his side, but she was thoughtful, and decided to offer a choice. Bristile considered this, and the more he considered, the more he liked the idea. However, he felt a slight spasm of irritation at her closing words. You will get your war, Bristile. He looked at her a long moment until she was finished speaking. Was he destined to be forever misunderstood? He was almost certain that she did not intend those words as they sounded, but even a God has feelings. He was almost at the breaking point, and wanted more than anything to keep his cool, but to even suggest that he wanted a war. It made him want to explode.

No, Bristile had never wanted any wars to occur. He was merely following a pattern of events, and as hard as they might try, war had always preceded the discussion of a major decision at these courts. He wished dearly to be proven wrong, but it had never happened before. He had fought in many wars before, it was part of his life, his duty. He spent great amounts of time in a mortal form. He loved living among the realms of the mortals, he loved. He was about to speak when a diversion in the form of Karii appeared. He smiled a little as the young sandy god appeared in a whirlwind of sand, and cursed as he discovered sand in his eyes. He looked at Diablo, the young god of Fire.

When all was quiet again, he went to speak, but then it was Truth who spoke to him. She seemed sympathetic. He listened patiently, his expression impossible to read as she spoke, and he showed absolutely no emotion as she finished and asked his son if he wanted to leave. His son's voice also broke the silence by yelling harshly at Love, and agreeing loudly with Truth. Bristile found his voice. "It is not your place to decide whether or not Love speaks too much young man," he spoke calmly, like a parent lecturing a young child. "And please, do not shout, we are old, and we do not like the sound of screaming in our poor decrepit ears." His voice was soft but clear. The god was secretly letting out his anger in the lecturing of his child, and it made him feel wonderful.

Then, he spoke to Truth. "My dear girl," he said. "It is very kind of you to speak such comforting words." His voice was steady, and it showed that deep down, her words were appreciated. Sort of. "However, I do not elope, nor do I elope with creatures. I do live my life, and I am afraid that sappy love stories are not really my thing. I do not believe this is the time to discuss my personal matters, and I am beginning to find the subject somewhat tiresome." The last few words were sparked with a touch of irritation, but he kept his tone impassive for the rest.

He turned to Love, and looked at her solemnly. "Love, every word you speak is of wisdom, and I agree with the freedom of choice. However, you must know, that there is no such thing as My War. I am not a warlord, Kallistei, please know that. I do not wait eagerly for the next war. However, I agree that we should allow the Cursed to have their own choice." His tone was not accusing, but there was a certain amount of assertion there. He had to make his point known.

He then addressed all the gods as a whole. "But let this be know to all of you. There is no such thing as immortality to us creatures of the soul. A god may fade in time, and a god may die, but it's purpose shall linger on until it finds a new soul. I have spent time on earth, and spent time being as close to a mortal as I could ever be, and I have learned something. That I am precious to them. Every moment in their lives could be their last, so time is precious. Everything is so beautiful to them because they are doomed to die. The horses of the Cursed realms do not understand this, and therefore have no purpose to live for. When there is evil in the world, life becomes more precious to the mortal horses, and so they appreaciate the life they have been given more than ever."

His speech finished, Bristile stood quietly, staring around at his companions. A deep sense of age was etched on his face. It was true. There is no such thing as immortality to the creatures of a soul, because without mortality, there is no soul.

muse; great
notes; yes everybody, I FAIL AT LIFE! BUT I DID BETTER, RIGHT? I POSTED!!!!!

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[glow=red,2,300]Diablo[/glow]

OOC- Oh, and Diablo has kind of a British accent. So his words are fast and mostly muttered. ^^

IC-
Diablo snorted as Ember began his raging outburst. He seemed to let his anger get the best of him, and then he turned to Truth like some lost little puppy. And Truth wasn't making things any better. "Those love sick fools." he snorted, shaking his mane and stomping a hoof. "It's no wonder nothing ever seems to get done." he muttered lowly, though he was aware that the Time god's son could clearly hear every word. Let him hear it. The arrogant beast was intent of having things go his way. He probably thought it unfair that he didn't get what he wanted. Well...life wasn't fair.

Bristile spoke up, his voice calm and smooth. On the outside, he was calm and cool. He didn't seem to be aggrivated in the very least. Diablo knew better. Dealing with the flames of anger all the time made his more aware of the anger in others. The Time god was indeed angry, and he showed this through lecturing his son. But the lecture was needed. Ember had stepped out of line and become quite rude.

The Fire god had never encountered such an arrogant, fool-hardy and ego-centric youth before. Diablo was sure that he'd had his share of being in the rebellious stage. Of course, his father must have lectured him. To go as low as shooting snide remarks at one's own father, however....well, that simply infuriated him. Ember was so intent on having things his way, but it really would never be. Diablo tilted his head in thought. Perhaps the youth felt like his father expected way too much from him? With a snort, he dismissed the thought at once. While his theory had the possibilty of being correct, that didn't give Ember the right to speak to his sire in that way.

And of all the things. He was going to run off like some lovestruck fool with the goddess of Truth? Foolishness! Pure foolishness! And to think that even the goddess herself was luring him along like that. Both of them indeed were foolish. Another snort and Diablo looked up as Bristile finished speaking. "My thoughts exactly. I just never figured out to put them into such words." he mumbled, his voice sounding clipped and fast-paced like it always did. He nodded in the Time gods direction and shot a narrowed-eyed glare at his son. Sucha rude and foolish youth.

[Wild@Heart]

Major plottage! Okay, in the end I think the decision should be made to let all the cursed either die or stop them from rotting, but maybe or maybe not still inprison them in the cursed lands. But anyways, I think that Bristile should bring Nakoma the great news and ask her whether or not she wants to live or die. And then yeah, I have a great plan from there. But I want it to be a surprise.

[.๑whovian๑.]

Okay, so this is my opinion. I think that EVENTUALLY, that should be the result, because I like it. However, I do believe that there is something I need to say. I'm sure most of you have gotten this from me by now, but I'm going to say it anyways.

I. LOVE. ACTION. I love it. I love adventure books, action movies, with lots of cool stunts and cool moments. Kick Ass, Pirates of the Caribbean, Troy, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings. However, more than anything, I love a good plot. I love things that get intense, when the stakes are high, some hearts break and some people(horses in this case) too. I love a good villein, and I love sad stories, and a bit of romance on the side. I like happy, and sorta unhappy endings. (Troy is just about as unhappy as I go).

So no, Bristile does not want a war. But I do.

lolcats. I can't help myself, what can I say? And we don't have to have any fighting if nobody wants to do that, but it would make our plot completely epic. And we don't have a zillion people, but our people are good and have lots of characters.....idk, I just think it would be a lot of fun.

I'd be cool with your plot though Wild, and lets get some more input people! I started this, and it had better get finished damn it! XD What shall we do? Thanks for putting that up Wild!!!!

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Well Karii is feeling rather, uh, violent right now so he wants a war, especially if its against Ember *shakes head slowly and sighs* He's an idiot but that's just the way it is. Hades is more likely to stand back and let everyone fight if there is a war BUT I would love to see some love and drama! ok, so I'm gonna post as soon as I can, kay guys?

[Velnias]

Agreed. In short, Kalli thinks that the Cursed need to choose their fate, (although it's me who thinks the war, also, would be fun) and there should be a choice between fighting for their redemption (against the mortals) or facing judgement (by the gods).

[.๑whovian๑.]

So, I'm sensing that we are going to be sort of combining Wild and My ideas by having the Cursed choose to fight the mortals or wait for judgment by the Gods, there'll be some love, loss, and courage, maybe a few epic speeches and we'll all have a grand old time with it all??

[Wild@Heart]

Sounds super fun to me. But I don't think we'll get very far if we have a war. How many members are actually on this site? Not alot. Mostly just the most advanced rpers from TP. So I'm not really sure the war will be everything you guys hope it is. Actually, I'm positive that it won't be.

[.๑whovian๑.]

Wild, you're talking to the person who can successfully play 15 different character all at the same time, in the same thread. It'll be amazing. 8D.

The war'll be open to anybody who wants too, and if we don't get a whole lot of people, well then...that'll be how it'll be. I think it's worth a try. :)

[Velnias]

-raises hand in agreement-

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I'm with Hoss. Lets have a war! I'll change the skin, edit the plot and advertise to see if we can get more members

[Velnias]

I'm excited! It's been so long since I doubled up on characters in the same epic plot -or thread- and I miss it!

Besides, I dunno, but I think roleplayers are drawn to big epic war plots. ^.^