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ROUTE 2: my fair lady
@queenery via x
she would gladly give her life for navira’s. hers was a life unwanted in the first place — what good was she to this world if she was cursed? brought up as lover to nature only to be turned into its grim reaper; a tragic life, but perhaps she could spare herself the tragedy of the ending. navira was light incarnate — she would rule much better than deirdre could, both in this world and in her original fae region. navira was beautiful and kind, moreso than words could describe… that’s why she would save her. deirdre would save the light of the people ( and of many peoples to come ).
“ oberon, drink — MORE. “ thorns wrap around her entire arm up to her neck, piercing pale skin and letting the excess blood drip down into a puddle. the exit was blocked from the crumbling stadium, but she wouldn’t escape even if she was given a chance — not while navira was still captive.
and so, she charges forth.
despite being on the offensive though, her attacks can barely withstand bahamut’s. eventually, she loses track of the dragon’s attacks in accordance with the falling debris, causing her foot to break under the weight of falling rubble. a scream is given out by her and it resonates louder than it should for a stadium this wide, but only because that piece of rubble just so happened to carry a piece of the upper level with it.
though futile, she attempts to pull her broken foot out from under the rock in order to dodge the beam the beast is now charging at her.
Navira features etched with fear, she gently blows hot air out onto the cold stone she sits on, attempting to heat it up enough to melt. She’s desperate at this point to patch herself up, however she feels something through the stone.
Looking over to the gift she had loosely tied to her leg with the longer strands of her wheat hair, Navira seems scared and confused. “ .. Are you that close? Oh please tell me you at least make it to the door, or even better in here. “
Obsidian teeth dig into her rocky lips, and she huffs. “ I’m desperate to tell you how i feel, desperate to let you know I feel so bad because i failed you....” She almost growls under her breath, frustrated with herself. “ I’m so sorry Deirdre... “
ROUTE 1: a brief reunion
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the walls of the arena began to crumble, debris the size of small mountains crashing down. one nearly impaled her — falling down and nailing her dress to the ground. before she could tear the fabric and free herself though, a tail swung her way and hit her full force in the stomach, causing her to cough up some blood.
no.. not like this.. she was so close! the spikes at the end of the tail rip the silk across her stomach, leaving deep gashes in its wake.
debris was still falling… she looked up for a quick second to see where it would fall next so that she could dodge, only to see what seemed to be metal and bolts. the next level.. the final level.. the PRISON — it had to be! with renewed vigor, deirdre begins to taunt the dragon into hitting this and that. eventually, it uses its MEGAFLARE and, though not flame-oriented, is so potent with raw POWER that it bores a hole into the metal ceiling, allowing for some vision of the upper level.
when that’s done, it’s now just a battle of speed and agility. if she could change forms, this would be easy — but she couldn’t. she can’t see anything from where she is, and so she resorts to calling out blindly. “ navira? navira! navira, if you are there, please answer me! navira! “
She can hear the woman she loves, and it gets a rise out of the beast. A scream escapes Navira as she attempts to claw her way to the door of the cell, but she can only get so close. Panicking, she fights with her chains and ends up tripping herself, falling to the floor.
“ DEIRDRE!! IS THAT YOU!? “ Stone nails dig at the cold ground and she screams in frustration. Her voice is hoarse, and Navira is quick to check if her neck is still in one piece.
“ Father.. .bless your soulless life for granting me my wishes. “ Whispering to herself, the Ira closes her eyes in happiness for this feels like a dream. Opening her eyes slowly, she sits up and grins ear to ear.
“ I’m fine! Cold, but fine! “ Playing off her neck injury that threatens to lose her head, the Ira tugs at her chains once more, cracking her arms at the shoulders in the process. “ Just a little stuck! “
• Into de Volcano •
Kīlauea volcano, February 2017
she was by no means unscathed, though. her power could only do so much.
walking alongside the confines of the maze, she slowly drains the life out of the tall hedges. when she gets some more of her power back, she expands the radius of her power and in return, gets strength tenfold of her previous one. yet, it still wasn’t enough — there were still signs of the wounds ( however closed up they seemed to be ). slightly faded burn marks dotted her pale skin, and her bones weren’t broken anymore, but they were fragile and fractured — she still had to hold her side.
but finally, there it was.. the light — the light that would lead her to navira. a bright smile adorns her regal features as hope begins to bubble inside of her. all she wanted was to be close to navira — to feel her warmth again… she wouldn’t let anything or anyone stop her! she was already on the second level, she was so close! the third and final level, though… it was by far the hardest. BAHAMUT was the opponent she faced… could she do it? could she beat the beast alone? already having sustained such grave wounds that nearly killed her, she doubted it. a tiny voice in her head told her to leave and recover — gather a party, but the louder more dominant voice told her to go and rescue the love of her life, and so she tried.
TRIED.
she dodged attack after attack, but could only do so much in her current state. bahamut… it wasn’t aligned with any element that she could tell, so she could siphon energy from it. that was the least of her worries, though — she couldn’t even get CLOSE ENOUGH to attempt such a feat. the endless barrage of concentrated energy shot her way constantly kept her on her toes; she was on the defensive while most of her powers were meant for offense. the combination of exhaled beams, strong gusts of wind due to its wings, and tail swings made the place crumble apart. she would get crushed to death if she didn’t leave now, but if the dragon tore the level to shreds, maybe she could get to navira quicker! her vine heart beat as fast as her REAL heart; what was she to do?!
Signs of stress plague her features as she thinks about her situation, her hands shifting to place the gift in her lap. Closing her eyes, the rock seems to take a deep breath, smoke billowing from her nose. Ash falls onto her lap, a thin layer attempting to cover the vine made heart.
A few more moments are spent trying to center herself, clearing her mind. Her gift of heat, restrained behind invisible chains, is still trying to break through. Focusing on raising her temperature, she can feel it rise but it can only go so far. A limit hit from a lack of fuel, something she had not thought of. But this wouldn’t be a buffet. There would be little chance to eat something to turn in heat, but it wouldn’t be enough to melt through anything more than the stuff at her feet.
Her focus returns to her gift, a hand idly reaching to scratch at her grassy hair. “ Deidre, I wish this had turned out differently, i feel so useless and you’re panicking, aren’t you? “ Gazing over the gift, she shakes her head slightly.
“ You’re stressed, or something similar. Being able to tell how you’re feeling just through this. It feels invasive, i feel horrendous just being so... “ A loss of words hits her as she thinks out loud, a noise of frustration escaping her. “ ... guess i can’t even talk about how i feel to something that can’t tell her what i said. “
WHAT COLOR IS YOUR MUSE you are deep pink #FF1493
Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing. Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality. Everyone you meet will either love you or hate you - either way, your goal is to get them to change the world with you. You are very hard working and don't have much patience for people without your initiative. Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.
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Navira doesn’t understand the point of swear jars.
“ Wait, you get money every time you swear? You swear for change? “
Silence is broken by the movement of chains, but the queen doesn’t move until she’s spoken too, and even then her voice is ruined, finally noticing the chip in her neck. Sighing loudly, smoke vents through her cracks and she looks over with bright eyes, glowing in the low light.
“ The Queen of Lynir, and you are? “ Her voice is deeper than usual, and seem to echo like growls around the room. She wants to rampage, to ruin everything that stands in her way. To turn everything into molten ash as she drips her lava and tears into whatever dares to defy her.
However, she lowers her shoulders, knowing better than to lash out at the person contained with her. “ If you need any extra water, take mine. “ She stretches, standing up and gently kicking a bottle towards the other with her nearly solid stone foot.
As the chains rub dirt and small stones from her ankles, she barely notices. If their weight breaks her own feet she’ll be better off than how she is now. She really wants to test how far the barrier of magic resistance goes, if it goes past the cell itself.
Softening her gaze, she looks over the other carefully. Her smaller wounds had melded in with the rest of her, so all that remained was the gash limited how she moved her head (dare she lose it here). The other seems to have put up more of a fight but she had no room to judge herself now. Her concern is more towards her new ally and a good friend far away from this problem (or so she hoped).
Swallowing her frustrations, she speaks once more. A simple question.
“ Anything I can help you with? “
was this REALLY the extent of her power? was she really this WEAK? to die without even seeing navira again… to die without feeling her warmth again… such a thing.. she wouldn’t allow it!
she was surrounded by verdure and a ravenous beast. the enlarged, three-headed dog had gone to gnawing on her leg, and while the pain was still very much there, all the feeling in her body had gone numb. she was on the brink of slipping into blackness forever, but perhaps — just this once — it was okay to be destructive. if it was for navira, she would do anything — BECOME anything.. even a MONSTER.
grasping the leaves from a bush of this cursed maze, she mutters a single word.
“ siphon. “
immediately, a green glow is emitted from her palm as the surrounding hedges are drained of their color, dipping low in a blackened state as they begin to crumple and fall from their stems.
slowly, her energy came back to her — but with that energy came back her sense of feeling. letting out a bloodcurdling scream as cerberus continued to eat her alive, she wastes no time at all in summoning her rapier. opening her other hand, the sword appears in midair, dropping straight into her grasp. “ oberon, drink! “ thorns wrap around her arm, riddling her with holes. deirdre has to bite down on her teeth to stop from letting out another scream, but as soon as she deems the weapon has taken in enough of her blood to be of use, she waits for cerberus to open its mouth once more, and when it does open ( and it opens WIDE ), she delves her hand into its mouth and plunges the sword upwards, dragging it outwards while still inside of it, successfully tearing one of the three heads in half.
the other two heads whine for their fallen companion, but deirdre held nothing back. as the monster looked from deirdre to its mauled second head, contemplating whether or not to continue the attack, she made a slash. this time, it took out the eye of one of the remaining heads, and that was enough to drive the beast back. with a loud wail, it stumbled backwards before turning tail and running away.
she forces oberon to disappear and continues to siphon the surrounding greenery. the grass, the bushes.. all would wilt in her wake. all would die in order for her to live. these may have been mother earth’s creations, but they had been tainted, and so she held no mercy towards them. if it was for navira’s sake.. she would do anything to survive.
Just as Navira’s about to lose all of her hope, she can tell the vine made gift is revitalizing itself. She watches carefully, giving the living gift breathing room. “ Ah, of course I was wrong... looks mean nothing, how could I forget that? “
An intent gaze sits on the plant as she thinks to her self, just under her breath. “ I hope she didn’t go alone... a rescue party needs people... “ A sigh escapes the woman, smoke billowing from her mouth. “ if she’s suddenly feeling better she might have brought a medic, but ... “
Navira can’t finish her own sentence outloud. Deridre had seen Navira’s physical strength but Navira had not seen anything more than how she can weave life, and she had only barely seen that. Maybe Deirdre was just as destructive as her, but Navira couldn’t believe that.
Sitting up, the queen tilts her head back and closes her eyes. A moment to meditate as she gently holds her gift. The gift feels small, just like it did when she first got it. It was alive, so it often changed and grew, and even wilted (which distressed Navira greatly).
Her thoughts wander to how, just maybe, she’d be able to break free, but without the ability to heat any higher than she is now, she can’t reform her frame. Navira wanted to very crudely break her own feet off to shimmy free of her shackles to reform them back on, but being barely above boiling meant that was impossible under all accounts.
“ If only..... “ A mumbled statement to herself. If only indeed, for if only she could break free and explore this hellhole. If only she could talk to Deirdre from here. ‘If only’ was a strong thing to think, but it only made her feel worse. There was no use in feeling like this. But she can’t help it, for her rage is warping into frustration at how careless she was.
If only I hadn’t been caught to begin with......
me @ myself: why are u like this
light.. there was light! that had to be the exit! that had to be her gateway to the next level! it didn’t matter if navira would be disgusted by how she looked — as long as deirdre could get her out in time.. as long as navira was okay, then she would be too, because that’s all she wanted!
her legs are numb, and it feels like she’s making no progress — as if she’s walking on a treadmill, but the hope that light gave her… the hope NAVIRA gave her… it was enough to let her reach the light.
but she doesn’t.
her hand is outstretched, but as soon as the end is in sight, a beast leaps through the thicket and bites down on deirdre’s side, crushing two of her ribs with fanged teeth.
the only thing keeping her from collapsing was sheer willpower, but even that can’t fight this. her arms won’t move — she’s practically a ragdoll as the beast she now sees to be cerberus continues to rip her skin and tear into her tissue and muscle like paper.
her vine heart beats so fast you’d think it’d blow, but by this point it was losing its light and luster so quickly that it might just wilt and become undone before that chance ever came.
As the vine made heart almost leaps from her, the woman of rock feels like shes being crushed by the weight of a gods sword. She can feel something piercing through her soul, the pain of torment as she lays on her side, cradling the gift.
“ I’ve failed you, Deirdre. At this rate I would trade my life for yours.... but here I can do nothing. I am... made of magic... restrained by these locks. “ She whispers to it, her hot breath an attempt to warm the other. She remembers the other’s words. ‘this is an extension of me’, so in an attempt to help the other from where she can, as if the gift were two way, she gently warms the plant gift and attempts to let it root into her.
“ I cannot gift her anything from her, can I dear gift? I cannot help the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.... She seemed fragile... i guess I was right... “ Navira winces at her own words, biting at her bottom lip with obsidian teeth. Dirt falls from her form to the ground but she doesn’t seem to care.
“ I’d go cold and become nothing more than stone if it meant protecting her, saving her from even me. “ She whispers so low she can barely hear her own words as they echo off the ground.
“ If only my heat was not restrained to such a measly temperature, I could melt myself free. I’d break my foot, melt through those bars, and be as much of a demon as my creator would want me to be. “ A sigh escapes her breath.
“ But in here I’m barely above boiling... barely alive to face her... “
HROKI U FUDGER
t - that was all of them, right? no more guards? then where was the entrance to the next level? god, she was only on level one and already she was exhausted from having to use her powers so much…
‘ ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE‘ as they say. as soon as she finished that thought, one of the walls opened up with a spiral staircase going upwards, eliciting a small squeal from her and a spike in her heartbeat, but that could only mean one thing: she had made it to the next level.
but really, how much more stereotypical could you get? regardless, she wasn’t here to give this group of usurpers a lecture on architectural design, and so she climbed the staircase hastily.
once at the next level, the wall immediately closed behind her, trapping deirdre in a foggy room surrounded with needlessly large chaparral. coughing into her elbow, she squints and tries to make her way through the mist — only, it wasn’t mist at all.
it had a gaseous form, but it also had a physical feeling: a texture that you could touch and feel. swiping her hand across the fog-like substance, she stares at it for a few seconds, trying to get a grasp on what exactly it felt like before her eyes widened in terror as she witnessed her flesh beginning to melt and droop, slowly disfiguring her entire body while also putting her in excruciating pain.
a loud scream is given as she begins to sprint this way and that, but to no avail — the was poison everywhere; the mist wouldn’t go away! her vine heart beat faster than ever, but it also began to dim more and more as time went on. she needed to escape, but there WAS no escape! tears begin to fall from her eyes — she wasn’t prepared for this kind of pain. it hurt — it hurt SO MUCH; she just wanted to go home — she just wanted to go back home with navira!
Navira’s eyes closed for a moment as she relaxed, feeling the rhythm of the heartbeat. However, it did not take long for its steadied pace to be quickened once more. Paying close attention to it, the queen squints at it carefully.
It was wilting, was that her fault? Had Navira proven herself to be destructive? Or was Deirdre getting in trouble? Panic spreads across Navira’s features, deep and clearly starting to heat up in fear and worry.
“ Deirdre... oh dear.... “ Scrambling to her feet, she attempts to scramble to the cell door, only to be forced to the ground by the chains at her feet. Fingers dig at the ground in a flurry of panicked movements.
“ Did she come for me!? She shouldn’t have! She’s getting hurt because of me! “ Panicked cries are muffled as she rests her head against the cold ground, tears unable to fall for her kind cannot cry. Her kind is not meant for sadness, but for rage, but right now she’s too stressed to pick either emotion.
“ No! I can’t let her get hurt like this! “
&& deirdre is rushing in head first like a fool
@queenery
navira had been taken..? by whom?! and for what reason?! she had done no wrong — who dared to take the queen?! the only one she had made a connection with since her banishment, and now people sought to take her from deirdre?! they were probably humans too, no doubt.. their greed knew no boundaries after all.
it was sheer luck that no one was near the queen, as her emotions were so RAW and INTENSE that any who were in her vicinity would be impaled and crushed to pieces by her IRON MAIDEN.
wrapping a cloak around herself, she ordered her stableman to fetch her horse. she didn’t care for petty surface friendships; did the captors truly think themselves so high and mighty? furious that even her own ATTENDANTS thought her to be weak by urging her to reconsider her actions caused the very earth to shake, but she knew that she had to at least TRY and contain her emotions lest she finally become the monster she feared she already was .
quietly, she tiptoed into the first level of the western cell. hiding behind cracked pillars and foliage, she silently grabbed guard after guard and covered their mouths with her hand, silencing them before summoning thorns to impale their heart. it was.. disgusting. it was GRUESOME, and she HATED IT. she was so blinded by her desire to free navira that she hadn’t given a second thought to her actions, and perhaps that was the scariest part of the whole ordeal — how wrapped in her murders she got.
when she finally realizes what shes done, she drops the dead guard and looks at her bloodied hands in horror. her heart begins to pound rapidly — both of her hearts: the one that lied within her chest, and the one that she had gifted navira with. was the vine heart still with the other? or had it been confiscated? she didn’t know, and although if treated poorly the state of that heart could wound her greatly, her primary focus was on the rescue of navira, and so she delved deeper into the first level. it seemed in this realm, you would not be able to get what you wanted so easily without a little blood on your hands…
Silence filled her cell, something she hated with a burning passion. Her hands trembled as they held the chains stuck to her feet. However, her thoughts were broken by a faint sound of something rustling her hair.
A bug perhaps?
No, but a gift from a woman she had met not too long before this. Deirdre.
“ Oh gee, I had forgotten about you. “ Mumbling to the heart like it would respond to her, the queen holds it gently out of fear of harming her friend. Her only friend. The gift stirred, the heartbeat fast, a sign of stress. “Oh my, she’s freaking out isn’t she...? “
Not that Navira blamed the other, the two of them had grown lose so quickly. Navira couldn’t tell if others besides her (and the poor fellow who was with her) were trapped,but she couldn’t help but think so.
A thumb gently rubs over the heart, attempting to soothe it like she could soothe the other. She had no idea if that would work, of it would make the situation worse, but it was calming herself.
“ Deirdre.... don’t stress too much... I’m not hurt... “
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It was a feat to drag her into this mess, for a being of heat is not chained easily. Her lack of need for sleep had let her meditate for hours on end until the other one in this cell had stirred. Hands of dirt stirred as she listened to the other and Navira tilted her head slightly.
Her pride stung as she sat, an eye opening to glance around before closing once more. Focusing on keeping calm, the woman avoided turning the place into a sauna. It felt like she had been placed with another specifically to avoid her from breaking free.
Fear kept her still, fear held her from testing her boundaries while contained. She didn’t even know if she could overheat while here. It was all a little too overwhelming for the Ira. Hands drum against her legs as she attempts to distract her mind from her situation at hand.
A puff of smoke escapes her nose as she tries her best to empty her mind, but she’s clearly failing from how she twitches.
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