Post by Vita on Jun 10, 2011 13:54:28 GMT -6
The Gods were angry, livid, at the nerve of Laioni. The world had held a delicate balance; night followed day, kindness rivaled cruelty, Lights existed alongside Darks. But the Empress of the Hell-raisers, the daughter of Layla and Oriel, through whom immortal, divine blood coursed, blatantly ignored the special equilibrium maintained by the Gods. Destruction and despair followed her as she and her minions swept across the lands, killing, raping, brutalizing. The world fell to ruin. Though Laioni was the grandchild of Vita and Nyetic, both knew that she had to be stopped.
Nyetic felt the simplest way to put an end to the Laioni problem would be through her ultimate demise. But Vita could not stand the thought of killing their own kin, especially when it became known that Laioni was carrying a child. Vita, ever gentle and loving, used her divine abilities to disband the Dark hordes and drive them back to their lands, hoping that this effort would be enough to placate her mate’s hostile attitude toward their grandchild. However, it had not been cruelty that drove Nyetic to desire Laioni’s death; it was the knowledge that breaking her herds and armies apart would not be enough to stop the madness. After promising Vita he would not end Laioni or her unborn infant’s lives, he began an alternate plot to ensure Laioni’s downfall.
In the dead of night, he drove her away from her allies and armies, far from the reaches of her generals and lieutenants and followers. After she had reached barren land that few ever saw and lived, he stepped foot on earth as a silent, dark breeze. Whispering words of treachery, of corruption, of mutiny in her ranks, Laioni finally crumpled, her sanity blowing away with the winds upon which Nyetic traveled. For the duration of her pregnancy, she moved from place to place in a state of crazed panic, eyes white, mouth foaming. When she foaled, she little more then glanced at the still, blood-red filly before moving on. The whereabouts of Laioni to this day are unknown.
But the birth of this foal caught the attention of one particular immortal. Layla, calculating and cold, saw within her granddaughter a chance of dark domination greater then those of the foal’s mother and Layla’s daughter, Laioni. In Layla’s earthly forms, a raven and a fox, she watched and assisted the small filly in growing, in learning. The filly grew, her form delicate and wickedly beautiful, her demeanor harsh and cunning. Those of an older generation might have mistaken her for her grandmother Layla, save for a small white spot on her chest, rumored to come from Vita’s intervention in Nyetic’s plan to kill Laioni while she carried. For two years the filly traveled, moving towards a destination she did not know, but more felt. When two years had passed, the filly, now a young mare, ascended a small hill and laid eyes on what would become hers. The wind twisted and purred. A chilling voice in her ear whispered coolly.
Welcome to Dawn, Leilani.
Her reign begins. History could repeat itself. Whatever you do, choose your allies, and enemies, carefully. You have arrived at Dawn.
Nyetic felt the simplest way to put an end to the Laioni problem would be through her ultimate demise. But Vita could not stand the thought of killing their own kin, especially when it became known that Laioni was carrying a child. Vita, ever gentle and loving, used her divine abilities to disband the Dark hordes and drive them back to their lands, hoping that this effort would be enough to placate her mate’s hostile attitude toward their grandchild. However, it had not been cruelty that drove Nyetic to desire Laioni’s death; it was the knowledge that breaking her herds and armies apart would not be enough to stop the madness. After promising Vita he would not end Laioni or her unborn infant’s lives, he began an alternate plot to ensure Laioni’s downfall.
In the dead of night, he drove her away from her allies and armies, far from the reaches of her generals and lieutenants and followers. After she had reached barren land that few ever saw and lived, he stepped foot on earth as a silent, dark breeze. Whispering words of treachery, of corruption, of mutiny in her ranks, Laioni finally crumpled, her sanity blowing away with the winds upon which Nyetic traveled. For the duration of her pregnancy, she moved from place to place in a state of crazed panic, eyes white, mouth foaming. When she foaled, she little more then glanced at the still, blood-red filly before moving on. The whereabouts of Laioni to this day are unknown.
But the birth of this foal caught the attention of one particular immortal. Layla, calculating and cold, saw within her granddaughter a chance of dark domination greater then those of the foal’s mother and Layla’s daughter, Laioni. In Layla’s earthly forms, a raven and a fox, she watched and assisted the small filly in growing, in learning. The filly grew, her form delicate and wickedly beautiful, her demeanor harsh and cunning. Those of an older generation might have mistaken her for her grandmother Layla, save for a small white spot on her chest, rumored to come from Vita’s intervention in Nyetic’s plan to kill Laioni while she carried. For two years the filly traveled, moving towards a destination she did not know, but more felt. When two years had passed, the filly, now a young mare, ascended a small hill and laid eyes on what would become hers. The wind twisted and purred. A chilling voice in her ear whispered coolly.
Welcome to Dawn, Leilani.
Her reign begins. History could repeat itself. Whatever you do, choose your allies, and enemies, carefully. You have arrived at Dawn.
