~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

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Quote: She watched as the asteroids pulled themselves together, the fire ball fusing them. Occasionally she shot fire and water at the re-forming planet.
The Drex must be doing something fishy over there, thought Mordihm as he circled a few territories, unfortunately not looking at the commotion in detail.
She left the Drex Territory for Skylix (the Gingercat home world that the Drex blew up)
She began to sing as she waited for the next step. "Have faith my child, love be with you. For with love you were made and love restore you." The planet was a ball about two thirds the size it should be. Celestia flew back to it and created a full layer of water to cool its surface. Then she rested a while. "Some day some day there will be no more running away."
 
Kasha lay on the hard floor next to Nostros and just stared at his face. A few hours later he opened his eyes. He saw Kasha and smiled. Then a few moments later it faded. "Kasha?" He looked around. "Where am I?" He shook his hand. "What?" I wasn't dreaming.

Kasha took his hand and healed it. "I am just here to help you." She stood up as did he.

"Did I just beat up my cousin?"

"Yes, and he's technically not your cousin." Kasha straightened up his garment.

"I think I know my own lineage." Nostros' face was cold.

"He told me the lineage, you should be calling him uncle." She stepped away seeing the look on his face. "There are things you do not understand woman."

Kasha found this very hard, he was not at all the Terrellian she knows. She'd rather be without him than see him like he is now.
 
Celestia cursed at her hand for it was causing a drain when she used her powers, she should not be this tired. "Everlast, where are you when I need you! You had to get yourself killed." Mordihm I hope you are okay, I hope that fork tongued beast isn't trying to tempt you away from me.
 
Celestia cursed at her hand for it was causing a drain when she used her powers, she should not be this tired. "Everlast, where are you when I need you! You had to get yourself killed." Mordihm I hope you are okay, I hope that fork tongued beast isn't trying to tempt you away from me.
"That's it." She had to go look for him. She needed to give herself rest and would come back to Skylix later. She knew it would cause quite a stir in Brenka. Not all of the mortal believed or even knew the legends of the ancient. "Mordihm please be out... come to me!" She called.



She looked back at the skeleton of Skylix, then at her hand. "We are stronger together. Apart we fail in all our work." A tear fell as she realized what her father had meant. She could not defeat Valhalla, nor him on their own.. They had to attack together... She could not complete this creation alone either. I should have let him help me with Senkah, but we were out numbered.
 
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(I hate to ask, but what do you mean when you said 'wrap? More bandages?)

:gig yes for the rib cage, he only wrapped the wounds earlier.  He needs a pressure wrap now.... I can se it now.. put on the blanket honey lets snuggle lol)

(I was thinking pita bread. :lau  )

(OMgoodness girl you're killing me ha ha ha.  Eat me up Callabine I'm tasty... good grief just help the poor guy already before I die of laughter).

"Does the word 'dear' irritate you that much?  I don't want to have to set them again it hurts like hell!"  Illykran raised a brow. (and break out the lettuce while your at it, blues hungry)
(Ha ha, actually I don't care much for tacos and wraps.:lol:)
"It does, especially when the person calling me 'dear' doesn't know anything about me," Callabine stated. (Are you going to have Illy ask her or is he going to remain in the dark about her past forever?)
 
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Quote: "That's how Krits and I met was bow shooting." She leaned over. "I parted his hair once... that got his attention good." She smiled.
Crut walked back inside to fetch Moro. There were too many gawking at him so he held his tunic closed as best as possible to conceal the blood. He didn't want to raise and concern or questions. He looked up and saw Moro speaking with Evanna.
 
Kasha lay on the hard floor next to Nostros and just stared at his face. A few hours later he opened his eyes. He saw Kasha and smiled. Then a few moments later it faded. "Kasha?" He looked around. "Where am I?" He shook his hand. "What?" I wasn't dreaming.

Kasha took his hand and healed it. "I am just here to help you." She stood up as did he.

"Did I just beat up my cousin?"

"Yes, and he's technically not your cousin." Kasha straightened up his garment.

"I think I know my own lineage." Nostros' face was cold.

"He told me the lineage, you should be calling him uncle." She stepped away seeing the look on his face. "There are things you do not understand woman."

Kasha found this very hard, he was not at all the Terrellian she knows. She'd rather be without him than see him like he is now.
Nostros sighed. You and I need to go back inside. She nodded. He took her arm, but is wasn't out of affection. Together they strolled back into the palace and he retuned to his seat, she sat to his left, Kirts was on the right. This time Krits noticed his brother, the look on his face was concerned then he chose to act like he didn't realize anything at all. Kasha glared at Krits until he saw the look on her face.

"Its plain to see that you are upset." He started eating again while speaking to her mind.

"Did you talk him into this? Because last he told me he was going to stick me with you, and that he was spent." She rolled her lips.

"He's not as spent as he or you thinks. I didn't tell him to do it either, I just didn't want him forcing us to marry."

"Well.... thank you for that much, but he could very well die."

"No he won't. Crut's giving you good advise I see. Just follow it, that and give me time. I intend to help him as well. He's purging her life force our of his center right now, it's like detoxing. These first few days are critical to have you involved. Stay with him constantly, even if he pushes you away."


"He beat up Crut! What of he tries that with me?"
She shook her head.



"When he says to leave him alone just stay quiet and be in the room. He won't attack you, and if he does try you comm Crut."
 
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(I hate to ask, but what do you mean when you said 'wrap? More bandages?)

:gig yes for the rib cage, he only wrapped the wounds earlier.  He needs a pressure wrap now.... I can se it now.. put on the blanket honey lets snuggle lol)

(I was thinking pita bread. :lau  )

(OMgoodness girl you're killing me ha ha ha.  Eat me up Callabine I'm tasty... good grief just help the poor guy already before I die of laughter).


"Does the word 'dear' irritate you that much?  I don't want to have to set them again it hurts like hell!"  Illykran raised a brow. (and break out the lettuce while your at it, blues hungry)

(Ha ha, actually I don't care much for tacos and wraps.:lol: )

"It does, especially when the person calling me 'dear' doesn't know anything about me," Callabine stated. (Are you going to have Illy ask her or is he going to remain in the dark about her past forever?)

Illy grunted, a little perturbed.  "Know you?  Of course I barley know you, you like a itty bitty clam that you can't open up no matter what."  He formed his hands together in an example of a clam and shook them. "It was you who said... 'You have your secrets and I have mine'  blah blah blah."  Then he started looking for the bandage wrap he had taken off earlier.  He didn't care if it were bloody he needed to put something on.  "You also take accidents like it happened on purpose and make people pay for it.  You can't even tell me why you hate Terrellian's, and I think I have been patient about that.  I see your insulting looks and your disdain, and it makes me sick.  Heck would your mother approve?  Would your father?" 

(almost there, he's got to get riled up, he's more patient than she is)
Callabine stiffened and slowly turned to face Illykran, her eyes dark with rage. "How dare you! How dare you say such a thing! You have no idea what my life is like! And don't you ever ask me what my mother would think! She was a much better person than you, and she never bragged about how great she was or what famous battles she had been in! She always told me the truth about battles, how battles are just an excuse for the people who won to brag about their so-called great deeds, while glossing over the fact that they have killed someone's son or wife or husband or daughter, or niece, nephew, uncle, aunt, or cousin! That they have torn someone's family in a way that can never be healed! When was the last time you saw the losing side's account of the battle in a history book? And my hatred of Terrellians is no concern of yours! I make you sick? It is you who needs to open your eyes to what goes on around you! Terrellians are not saints, they do horrible things just like all the other races!" She clenched her fists, her hands trembling with fury, then slammed her fist down on the table. Cracks spread across the tabletop before the legs snapped off and the table collapsed.
 
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Illy grunted, a little perturbed. "Know you? Of course I barley know you, you like a itty bitty clam that you can't open up no matter what." He formed his hands together in an example of a clam and shook them. "It was you who said... 'You have your secrets and I have mine' blah blah blah." Then he started looking for the bandage wrap he had taken off earlier. He didn't care if it were bloody he needed to put something on. "You also take accidents like it happened on purpose and make people pay for it. You can't even tell me why you hate Terrellian's, and I think I have been patient about that. I see your insulting looks and your disdain, and it makes me sick. Heck would your mother approve? Would your father?"

(almost there, he's got to get riled up, he's more patient than she is)
Callabine stiffened and slowly turned to face Illykran, her eyes dark with rage. "How dare you! How dare you say such a thing! You have no idea what my life is like! And don't you ever ask me what my mother would think! She was a much better person than you, and she never bragged about how great she was or what famous battles she had been in! She always told me the truth about battles, how battles are just an excuse for the people who won to brag about their so-called great deeds, while glossing over the fact that they have killed someone's son or wife or husband or daughter, or niece, nephew, uncle, aunt, or cousin! That they have torn someone's family in a way that can never be healed! When was the last time you saw the losing side's account of the battle in a history book? And my hatred of Terrellians is no concern of yours! I make you sick? It is you who needs to open your eyes to what goes on around you! Terrellians are not saints, they do horrible things just like all the other races!" She clenched her fists, her hands trembling with fury, then slammed her fist down on the table. Cracks spread across the tabletop before the legs snapped off and the table collapsed.
Fine then have it out, throw your little tantrum. "I haven't bragged about anything, and when the enemy comes and attacks peaceful worlds for nothing... do you expect me to stand by and watch them slaughter my people, and my children!? What do you take me for some kind of warmonger?" He snorted at the rage she demonstrated. "Terrellians are the most peaceful race out there, they put others before themselves. They are not perfect but they don't have it in them to hurt anyone unless its in defense of others or in the name of justice. Centaurs are not far behind them. We all share a bond of light. Simmer down mare.... and you don't make me sick, its your manner." He kept his distance because he didn't know how far she'd go. He did not want to hurt her if she really did attack him. Plus he had an ugly spat with a wife once and let her beat the tar out of him... then she never forgave herself for going that far.
 
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