THALIA
_{^{with yehvah...}}

A flustered look poured over her face. Thalia was not the happiest horse in the world at the moment… in fact; she was quite peeved at some of the comings that had been going around on UB and in space. These ghosts were such a pester! Such a pester! She gave a growl hidden under the sound of her hooves against the stony bridge-like formation over the backwards waterfall. Her hooves made sharp clacking sounds as they beat thoroughly against the rock. She had a bad mood meaning the gravity around her was five times its normal light hearted, bouncy, fervor. She let another growl escape her breath as she stopped on the other side of the stony-bridge. She stared at the reddened earth and kicked it sharply sending particles of dust about the thin atmosphere. She snorted as some of it crawled up her nose and tickled her nostrils. The reddish planet crust swirled about with the force of her snort before gracefully landing about on the ground again. Her dark brindled pelt only turned a red color seeming as if she had been a part of bloody murder. BLOODY MURDER! BLOODY MURDER! KILL THEM KILL THEM ALL! she thought vividly plotting the demise of several characters she had come across in her travels. Such arrogant beasts! Sure, most of them has never seen her before, known she was a goddess, or believed her after she'd said so… perhaps she was just a powerful space bender. It infuriated her to no end; no costly proposal could go without a slight preponderance from her brain. If she were given the ultimatum to destroy them all, she probably wouldn't, but she sure would fantasize. Oh yes, she would fantasize.

" No one knows who I am Yevah! There are a few space horses here and there… and maybe my name rings a bell… but I am lonely, and no one knows me. " she gave a sigh and turned her hazily brown eyes on the old, ragged, boney, moose that stood beside her. " I've never really even spoken to the other gods and goddesses. I hardly even know some of their names! All I know is the recent goings on, don't you know Yevah? Things like Zafina's death, Medusa's vanity and the ghost goddess starting a whole ruckus. She had those vile beasts over take my lands! Oh Bloody Murder to her and all of her followers too! " And Thalia continued to babble about how obnoxious having those ghosts were in her lands. She spoke about how she could easily, single handedly, swipe them all back into their miserable hole in the underworld! Oh yes she could, straight back to Drogora! Even though she knew it was impossible due to their sheer size and numerous quantities. Still, she argued with the silent moose that had no intention of arguing back.

" I may be young, but I'm sure am strong, " she huffed. Yehvah nodded his head and continued to walk, a solemn face of the usual on his head. " Isn't that right? Isn't that right… " The goddess had trailed off into another area of thought as she continued to kick up dirt. Suddenly she glanced at dark spot in the distance, it was Earth. " I've got it Yehvah! Why don't I send a horse down to that miserable planet to talk some sense into that miserable community of horses that can't work together! " The moose stopped in his tracks and turned to Thalia, his charcoal eyes unwavering, unblinking, unmoving in the slightest fashion. " Why not you? " The goddess stopped, glanced at him, and then continued at her agitated pace. " Oh! Why don't I go down myself? What a wonderful idea! … how come you never come up with anything this brilliant? " she asked, taking obvious credit for the idea. " I haven't a clue. But it would give you a chance to 'have people know you' " he added with a frown. If there was one thing he disliked more than mortal scum, it was that pathetic planet. " And you shall come with me! " The moose shot a glance to her and sighed, shaking his head and backing away bit by bit. " Oh please don't make me go to that mise- " " You know as well as I that you must come with me. Hear? " The moose continued to shake his head 'no' and watched as Thalia pouted her lower lip. In an instant, however, she leapt forward and teleported the two to the 'Earth.'

" That was a dirty trick, it was also very indecent and made you look like a fool, I hope you know. " The moose looked at her with a thoroughly unhappy face. " Oh hush, you baby. " The goddess lifted the gravity around Yehvah's hooves, making it easier for his weak bones to walk. It had become such a usual ritual to do for him whenever they moved to a planet with more gravity than their own, that neither of them exchanged a word of thanks. It wasn't like Yehvah would openly admit his flaws and thank her anyway. Oh I wonder what god or goddess I should meet first! Thalia really wanted to give that Drogora character a piece of her mind! Allowing those silly ghosty things to invade her land! Shame on, shame on. She also wanted to give a good talking too to the new goddess. This one was even younger and less experienced than Thalia, even if Thalia was a newer goddess. Medusa had only recently become goddess at her mother's death. I'll go see Elidhu or Jericho… perhaps it would be easier to visit Elidhu… she had heard that there were less, if even no ghosts in her land. She did not know if there was any truth behind this accusation… but she liked to hope there was. " I don't know how she'll respond to me though… I suppose I could use Illusion to keep me out of her sights… I'll stay far enough away from her so that she won't smell me until I'm confident! " She added. She moved towards Yehvah and the two were teleported closer to Elidhu's lands. When she arrived at a certain spot, the down wind draft caught her as a semi-familiar scent. It was another goddess… wait no, a god. For a god to have been in Elidhu's lands, she assumed it was Jericho… if it was metal monstrocity, he would have been expelled from Elidhu's lands for sure! She cloaked herself in the midst of the trees, making herself look as such and she waited patiently. I wonder what really happened to Zafina.. and where is Elidhu?!

[ooc] Done Done Done… so technically she's hiding xD >8{D~///~

Speak of the devil . . .

Elidhu felt the presence of warmth far above the canopy trees, felt the intermingle of seething blood with a fiery song burdened by memories and lies, hatred and envy. Some notes dipped into a timeless melody, ancient and encrypted, fiercely beautiful, strange and wondrous. This melody was not the song of life sung by the very essence of Elidhu’s soul, but it was very much alike. The two reacted in a harmonious outburst of intense creation, dangerous and wild as it penetrated the entire area in which the gods congregated. The very last time Elidhu’s feral yellow eyes had met the pure unrestrained green embers of Calyx, it had ended in a limbo, hung from the shoulders of fate. Their paths had diverged and would remain separate until the sands of time blew all traces away. Elidhu knew Calyx would stand before her again, this time within the Earth lands, and for the very reasons that drove all the gods together. Elidhu looked up, her gaze searching the breaks in the tall canopy, golden light streaming through resilient green foliage. Radiant cream feathers split open the sky, and the sunshine poured through the cracks straight into Elidhu’s heart. With a blink the canopy parted, ancient trunks groaning as they shifted their branches to create a breach for her cousin. With heartbreaking grace Calyx descending from the sky, fury burning on the tips of her wings. There was anger in her face, in her voice, it emanated from her in a bubbling of molten fear. Calyx’s proxy moved off to the side, and Elidhu stepped forward, her song in full bloom as a rare smile lit up the wild features. Suddenly a small foal appeared, standing triumphantly next to Calyx and the proxy. Elidhu looked down on the tiny face, knowing who this was before her cousin even spoke. ”She is beautiful, my cousin. Do not be angry with her. Her path has led her to me.” Elidhu lowered her face so that she and the foal’s nose were almost touching. The yellow gaze was shining, burning, with such fevering joy it etched itself along her face, and brimmed out into the surrounding land. Cascading from the high canopies were blossoms and petals, flowers bursting into bloom all around them. It was a transcendent atmosphere, but it would not last. Yanamari, Creoso a'baramin. Vanimle sila tiri, daughter. ” Calyx’s voice slithered through Elidhu’s pricked ears, and she raised slowly, the same unblinking, emotionless and timeless expression painted onto the creature’s goddess’ face once again. ”A secret? There are only folds in the path that one cannot see, but soon…soon they shall all open up.”

A deep disturbance in the earth, in the very sky and the flute like vocals on the wind, caused Elidhu to turn to face the clearing reaching into darkness. Medusa had come, at last. Wrapped in an erratic sense of malice and revenge, the fox snarled at the meeting of the gods and her voice was laced with ice and hatred, the two so similar they ebbed through Elidhu’s mind on the same current. She simply stared into the face of the wild fox, bright markings framing the beauty of pure unrestrained fury. The tune in Medusa’s song was obvious, even without the clash of Elidhu’s own music against the wild ferocity. Medusa was forming sides, forming a collision between light and dark within her mind. She could sense it without interrupting the current of the ice queens mind. Elidhu laughed in the face of the enraged ice goddess, vanity in raw form. It was a deep and disturbing laugh, as if a wolf’s voice and the moon’s song were one within the racking laughter. ”You think this is a war between the shadows and the light? I am made from the very shadows and the light, from death and decay, from life and love! This is your war Medusa, and all its weight is bearing upon your shoulders! “ A new side of Elidhu was emerging, and it was frightening. The ground on which they stood trembled in mighty tremors, the old forest turned into a dance of shadows and the yellow eyes were black from the core outwards, a murky darkness as black as ink as they bore down on Medusa. Every leaf and fern was black for miles, dead as the world shook and the music was blaring, screaming in a rage. A powerful force seemed to radiate from Elidhu, pushing everyone back and stealing the air from their lungs. It was the madness, the memories of war that turned her soul black, turned the Creature’s goddess into a god of shadowy death and living odium. ”Do not threaten this existence with war Medusa; your foolish impulses will not bring your mother back. Bear witness to my mercy child!” And her voice was mighty, speaking as if from out of the darkness itself, strained by a collaboration of many voices spoken through one mouth. Inhale. Exhale. Elidhu, born when the world shed a tear and the moon and the sun sung it into existence. The world began to quiet once more. The song slowed, and ancient trees wept for the goddess. The face, with hollow eyes of the night turned in desperation and recognition of the sound of trees dying. The ink began to run from the dark eyes, staining Elidhu’s face. The wild yellow, softened by pain, stared past Medusa as the tremors stopped and the forest slowly turned green once more.

Breathe came rushing back in a slow drawn out inhale. Particles of ash drifted in silence through the still air, and but a breeze rustled the newborn foliage. The forest spirits cried for Elidhu as they began to emerge from the depths of the forest, curiosity pulling them into the black hole of gods, the explosive meeting of powers merged into one timeless increment, a spasm in the heartbeat of the world as their life coexisted on a level ground. The forest absorbed their powers with disdain, it felt unnatural in the spines of their leaves to feel the presence of metal sift through the air like a dagger, shredding the remains of innocence that had begun this meeting. Pale white faces and fading bodies numbering in the hundreds peered from behind branches, appearing along the body of Elidhu and the other gods. The forest goddess turned to Tajah, who has just appeared. His soft white hide like snow against the falling ash. She said nothing and brushed past all the gods, stepping into the dark part of the forest. Hovering along the edge of fate, she deemed what she must do next. Had she known all along when she had summoned the ancient, that it was an impermanent solution? That the best had tempted fate with the dripping of its immortal fangs and unholy fire, that lashed in a solid whip at the hide of the fallen goddess. Her punishment was eternal, no matter which surface her dismay skimmed. No, the forest goddess had not foreseen this. But she had heard whispers in the raspy breath of hell at night, and perceived that it longed to breach the surface once more. Summoning the ancient of hell was draining, it took all her power and all her concentration as it sucked every ounce of light from her body, draining the life from her intricate veins. This was a moment of precarious destiny, and Elidhu had paused in time to listen to fate’s song, to hear the ancient weavers of this world speak to her. She closed her eyes and let the world fade away into the plain of light, where all existence, past and present, future and forgotten, met in a world of non existence. Elidhu stared into the unborn eyes of her creators, her body no more, her song the only mirage that danced through the flow of the permeating universe, the ultimate energy that pushed reality aside and let the world flow into existence through its breath. Starlight dripped from her claws as she reached out to touch the memory of a single rose, sporadic clouds of fog, blood red and moist, hung from the lip of a petal.

And then she heard it. She heard the ancient voice calling, beckoning her in unformed words. The ocean of music was all consuming as she delved deeper, relinquishing all aspects of herself to the timeless rivers of music. Every shift in the melody spoke to her, proclaimed the knowledge of the world into her mind. It filled her with pure light, strange and transforming as it gave her a strength compiled of the coexistence of light and dark within herself. The face of her formless body turned towards the invisible force of the ancient councils, a light in her eyes as she nodded. She knew what to do. And she felt a peaceful emptiness at the prospects of what she was about to do. With a sharp breath she escaped the realm of eternal existence, a wild rush building the body of the goddess once more. Lashes fluttered against flesh, but the eyes remained closed. Her voice spoke from behind the line of centuries, a mysticism brimming with foreboding. The calling echoed through the line of trees, older than many of the gods themselves. ”Do not come near me. ” The goddess began muttering under her breathe, a deep and old magic invested into every word, a calling pronounced on every symbol that grew with power as the words grew stronger, an invisible thread connecting them to the threads of this world, infinite gravities stirring as the summoning began. ” Panta tangwa. Poikaer. Ram en' templa. Ram en' ondo. Ram en' naur. Ram en' 'kshapsa. Ram en' tessa. Sana termara en' templa. Tel'Sindavathar, Thangarim yassen templa!” The sky turned dark, massive ebony fog and dark shadows crawling over the expanse of heavens. Death curled around the summoning circle, its cold tendrils reaping the life it clung to, inhaling it through hollow nostrils. The ground shook down to its core, and cracks began to rip open the earth before Elidhu. Poisonous fumes erupted and spewed forth into the dark atmosphere, lava trickling forth from the opening that began to widen. An immense pressure started to press down on everything, everyone, heavy and instilling a fear into the hearts of the gods. This could be the end, the end of existence. It felt the same, it tasted the same. Fearful and unforgiving, judging life on the edge of a knife. A cry screeched from the ground and a long whip of burning flames lashed from the crack in the ground and struck Elidhu across her flesh. She remained unmoving, repeating her summoning in a loud and hollow voice that vibrated in the very core of her bones, the strength of the ancient pervading in her voice and keeping the light strong in her essence. She was a blurred vision of growing light, a pure white radiance casting all in shadows as she stood in the face of hell. Voices seemed to be screaming from all around her, and all the gods would bear witness. A final split cracked the earth in two, and the hand of hell gripped the sides of rock. Raspy breathe coiled all life into ash as smoke polluted the dark clearing. Its claws as long and thick as branches, a black menacing and almighty figure began to rise from the depths of Hades. Two devil horns massive and black appeared on the face of fear itself. Its gleaming red eyes shed no thought, no emotion with pupils of flame. From its jowls of wraith burned an inferno, and its screeching sent jets of flames that would burn all immortals into smoldering cinder. This was an old creature, the creator and guardian of Hell. A part of it lived within all the gods, and its essence flowed through Elidhu now. The hell creature rose from its pits, and in one hand it clutched a beige figure as it pulled itself from the cracks in the earth and rose to its full height, flames engulfing the trees in which it towered over as the ancient of hell screamed, it screamed and all the world would hear, and all the world could fall before its power. The ancient raised the long whip of vengeful flames and lashed out along the ground, sending a line of fire straight at the gods.

Elidhu finally looked up into the face of fear, of raw potent darkness in which all other forms of darkness sprung forth. Its fires threatened to completely consume her as they crept up her limbs, crawling over her body. But the light emanating from her pushed the flames back, they would not burn her, they could not burn Elidhu. She was a kin to this ancient, she herself was an incarnate of inseparable forces of life and death, an ancient manifested in a form of a forest goddess. She was the only one who could summon and withstand its flames. The yellow eyes were overpowering, brimming with raw energy and burning like flames themselves, pupiless and fearless. They traveled across the burning body of the immense demon, and rested on the figure clutched in its powerful claws. Zafina had returned.

Ooc; 2114 words o.o
This was hard to write, but oh so much fun. Epic epic EPIC.
Here is what the Ancient of Hell looks like: click
And here are what the tree spirits that peek out look like: click
Translations:
To yanamari: Welcome to my dwelling, Your beauty shines bright.
Summoning: Basically just things along the lines of I summon the lethal one, the hollow one, the poison one, blah blah.

TAjAH
If what's done is done . . . why not do it again?