NATURE’S WRATH

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Winter does not wane like usual.
Something is amiss and abnormal.
Nature is reacting.
Nature is bending.
Will you break?

A flock of flamingos cry out. Their voices ringing loud in all directions- they are panicked, they are scared and they are fleeing something. Crashing behind them a dark twister of winds and debris. The tornado had already collected anything on the ground too light to resist. Dirt, water streaks, and sticks were being jettisoned around sometimes to be launched out at unsuspecting targets. The flamingos flee but not all are fast enough to escape the winds and flashes of pink are sucked into the dark twisting menace. In the tornado's wake is a path of cut destruction and occasionally pink feathers ceremonious laid down one after another...

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it had started as simple unrest, a storm that had worsened and continued to worsen, but it was only when the vortex had touched the ground — it was only then that he understood. this was it. this was his god, the first life, hjärtats hjärta. his gaze darkened with recognition. the gales screamed, and screamed, a shepherd tone bristling with unfeeling terror. he kept low to the ground and kept his distance. he witnessed entropy, unrest. deviation on top of deviation. a supraorganism that lay beneath the skin of the world now in the throes of awakening. become, manifest, reified — their contours lengthened into salmon smears by sheer velocity. plumage and blood bright against gunmetal clouds heavy with debris. the understanding that air could rend you apart limb from limb. chaos reflected in his wide open eyes, he said, "jag är förstörelsen, jag är konstruktionen." this was less of a prayer than it was an observation. "piriawis," he whispered, overcome by awe. he thought he could see their limp bodies ragdoll across the dirt before coming to wretched rest. the storm thickened with centripetal force, an erratic dance that wound its way through the pond and arced, umbilic, towards the sky. translations: i am the destruction, i am the construction.

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With the lands turning against them, Heloise had been spending her time attempting to pray as much as she could, trying to seek guidance from Maua and the spirits. Neither had been particularly forthcoming, unfortunately, and so she had begun trying to go around to as many different areas as possible and bless the lands, spending a good portion of time praying over them. Unfortunately, it seemed as though she had chosen a poor time to come out to the fields.

She was ducked down as close to the ground as she could get, praying in a breathless stream as she tried to ignore the massacre of birds around here. So many innocents lost...

"Maua protect me. Bless these lands and keep us safe during these trials," she said, using one claw to scratch blessings into the dirt beside her. Perhaps she couldn't stop this tornado, but maybe she could prevent another, and also ease the passing of the birds to the other side.

She peered out into the chaos as she worked, searching for others.

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This was horrifying. Jokull could just stare in shock and horror as the poor birds were massacred, failing to realize the tornado was coming his way until it was far too close for comfort.

"Vellen help me!" he yelled as he turned to run, his voice swept away in the shriek of the wind and the birds. Frantic, he ran, but he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and so he tripped, sprawling hard against the ground with a yowl of pain. "Vellen please!" he pleaded, struggling to haul himself to his paws for he knew if the wind caught up to him he would end up just the same as the birds.

He had been passing the fields early that day when he noticed the sky looking rather ominous. He had been trying to hunt for himself, so he did not linger to watch how it turned out. It was when he was fed and came back across Celosia Fields to go back to the other side of the island did he notice that the clouds had swirled into a dangerous funnel, and soon, everything escalated so quickly.

Reynir was positioned far enough away from it that he did not have anything immediate to worry about, however, the sight that unfolded was pretty horrifying. First, his thoughts went to his family and whether they were far enough and safe from this weather titan, and then he wondered whether there were any others around in this area that were in trouble. As he eyed the remainder of the fields - what hadn't been sucked up in this funnel tyrant - he noted a few other lions laying low, their mouths moving in what he assumed to be silent prayer. He saw a white lion running, and felt his muscles tense. The funnel was coming straight for him - straight for them.

"Vellen, give me the speed and strength to save this boy," Reynir began, digging his claws in the dirt and springing forward towards @Jökull. By the time he had reached him, the funnel raged so close he could feel the wind tugging at his form. Reynir dove towards the boy, attempting to wrap his jaws around the lion's scruff, to desperately and frantically help pull him up to his paws. "Run that way, run!" he yelled, but his voice was almost lost to the roaring twister.

"Vellen, please keep us safe in this time of need. Please. Carve us a path to safety," he pleaded, waiting until the other was on his feet to run with him. He had no idea the other was family and no idea the other had prayed to the same god. Hopefully, Vellen heard them.

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Maua's wrath continued and Tamlen felt it in the pit of his stomach - the wretched sickness that raged and shook these lands was not abating in spite of his prayers. The locusts had descended, earthquakes shook the lands and Tamlen had no idea how to appease Maua, to plead their case that they did not deserve this. Perhaps they did deserve this - perhaps Maua was perfectly justified in Their fury. But the flamingos caught in the wake of a fearsome tornado certainly hadn't done anything to Maua to warrant such treatment and Tamlen felt the stirrings of desperation in his gut as he approached @Heloise. "Maua, hear our prayers. Do not punish the innocents of these lands, do not send your wrath to those who do not deserve this." He called out, voice joining with the Vermedan in prayer. "I cast my blessing upon those gathered, that you might spare them from your anger." He started, beseeching his deity in the hope that further damage could be avoided. He was beginning to lose hope. +15 BWP Exp +10 Cast a curse or blessing on a character/group +5 Meditate or pray on your own or with someone else

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Ophelia felt uneasy. The recent and catastrophic change in weather only worsened her gut feeling that there was something really, really wrong with Maua and their sprites. A frown burrowed itself on her brows as she moved through the neutral lands away from the Brook. The ivory lioness moved to celosia fields, a place where she had hunted many times. Seafoam eyes watch as, in the distance, a large swirl of wind, combined with debris and perhaps even the odd hare or flamingo, forms on the horizon. There is fear that builds inside her, but the need to investigate and find out what was happening pushed the girl on further.

Arriving at the Flamingo Pond, she spots the figures of lions and lionesses alike that she did not recognise. The scent of Vermeda drew her to @Heloise and @Tamlen, but her eyes watched carefully as the tornado formed and swallowed flamingos whole. Oh, Maua. What have these lions done? She mutters to herself, before making her way across to the two lions. Are you both alright? She calls out, coming to a halt. Ophelia Valour - sister of Nymeria and friend of the Brook. Quick and short introductions, so she could try to deal with the situation at hand.

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Bones and stones, she collected them both as she moved. Her arrival into the land was met with chaos, and she watched with wide, but excited green eyes as the storm brewed. The winds were angry and they swirled, quickly becoming a cyclone of terror. To others, surely?

For her it was a message and so she grabbed her three stones and the two bones she found in her jaws and scampered out before the storm to lay them on a flat piece of earth. She dropped them carefully before stepping back, her fur whipping in the wind- as the howling cyclone came closer and closer.

"Grom day mne znaniya!” She cried into the storm, offering her stones and bones as a blessing to one of the Slavic gods. Lighting flashes dimly in the background illuminating the massive cloud that seemed to be spiral right towards her, and so she scattered- looking for a cave or an enclave to take shelter in.

Marja can only hope her stones and bones will remain- blessed by the god of thunder and lightning.


"SPEECH"

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The clouds had been visible from the distance, and had drawn him in through morbid curiosity. Of course, he was smart enough to stay out of range, watching the other lions who had gathered, and the unfortunate birds that found themselves twisted up in the wind.

Only after the tornado moved off would he approach, breezing past those gathered to inspect the broken bodies of the birds that had been scattered in the area, with a light and carefree sort of "Hello!" as he passed. They weren't in horrible shape, all things considered. And they'd dropped quite a lot of feathers.

Thanatos plucked up a particularly vibrant one between his toes and, after a little awkward maneuvering, positioned it behind an ear. He hadn't yet experienced enough of the strange weather to decide if the gods were angry or simply bored, but a pile of free bird meat was a blessing in his book. He quickly set to work gathering as many as he could, laying them alongside each other and trying to figure out just how many he could actually carry.

The meat would be eaten, but the feathers would be plucked and kept, just in case he lost his new colorful accessory.

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he is awestruck.

he had only ever seen the aftermath of a such a storm, never the actual storm itself. the sky above is dark and cruel, a sickly shade that seems terribly unnatural. equally upsetting was the funnel cloud arching down towards the ground, oblivious to the ruin it leaves in its wake. it is terrible, it is awe-inspiring. a voice whispers in his ear — it is a sign.

it is remarkable, he thinks ( independent of the spirits whispering in his ear, begging for his attention that he pointedly does not give them ), that there is a small group of lions standing around — praying. as if their words will cease the storm in its tracks. useless, he would typically spit — knowing that action works far better than words in these situations — but he holds his tongue today, even as he moves forward.

( almost as if he has been shown the light; the revelation sitting queasily in his chest, but sitting nonetheless. )

ignoring the sharp bite of aching muscles ( long since healed, but out of practice and screaming in protest ), he swings into motion. hulking form crashes against the dusty ground, veering through the debris as he keeps his chin tucked against his skull, heading towards the source of destruction — even though every fiber of his being screams at him to stop. instead he roars towards @Jökull and @Reynir — intent on helping herd them away from the tornado’s path. this close to the storm, it was nigh impossible to hear but he does not care, instead yelling: Сюда! торопиться! ( this way! hurry! ) would it be cruel to call upon the very same spirits he ignores? would it be only asking for trouble to summon them here, to ask of their aid? perhaps, but he does it regardless. silently, he prays for his steps to stay true and for his bravery to last just as long as this storm. come this way!

kazimir rurik may be destined for augurhood, but today he is still a warrior.

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