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28/01/2019 - With a new theme and new colours, Starwave will soon be running leadership searches for the three clans. We also have worked out a few little bugs too. The joining incentive is going to run from now until the end of February, so instead of bringing one character to copper level, you can still bring two, and their companion as well! You are welcome to break this up as well. So, come join us, and let's see what goes on! With more people, hopefully, we intend to run events and make the site more PvE. Clan leadership will be opened soon too, hopefully!

26/11/2018 - Starwave is ready to go! There are still pieces to flatten, to make better, but its time to open and see how it all goes. Tis exciting to do so! Please feel free to advertise, tell people, etc and let's go. Once a few have joined, the first event will happen which is going to be finding clan leaders! Subforums in those areas are open for claiming too if you'd like them! Excited! Let's have some fun!

23/11/2018 - Much is done! Lands, guidebook is finished, profiles (save for the --> I can't work out what displaying that its driving me insane!) But I'm happy with everything and the progess of whats happening. I have some subforums to add to the clan lands, and then it will be almost ready to go for an opening and a beginning. There will be a SWP very early after opening too!

11/11/2018 - Starwave is underway. This is the first OOC news entry!

28/01/2019 - Starwave has seen quite a few new arrivals, and the clans are stirring. More arrive every day - and some of the Inherent and skeptical, some welcoming and others flat out angry and upset. However, they are accepting and soon, they will be seeking clan leaders - who will they be?

26/11/2018 - The time has come. Starwave's portals are open; the world is pulling newcomers to the shores. What will happen now?


Private A world asunder.
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The Incendiary
#1
how to return this rage, how it circles endless—
like bruise, like stone too black.


For a heartbeat, he was falling.
 
A pit of blackness consumed him, enfolding him in its ebony embrace with promises of holding him forever. And then, all too soon, he felt cool water lapping at his fetlocks. His body felt foreign, heavy and cumbersome, and his knees quivered as he fell heavily to the water underfoot. The Incendiary trembled, the azure embers of his gaze wide as he took in the world around him—vivacious and alien. The sun felt warm against his skin, yet not quite as balmy as the Jataveda's tropical climate. A clement breeze caressed his body, and his mane clung to his neck in a sheen of seawater.
 
As though it'd been hours again, Nikhil dimly recalled where he'd been standing when he'd passed through the portal. Upon a beach, just on the outskirts of their home. They had ached for adventure for months now, yet the Incendiary's fear of the world had kept their aspiration at bay. The portal had manifested on Jataveda's shore, and it seemed a calling unlike any other. With his lover at his side, the two stepped through.
 
Where was his beloved raven now? He opened his voice to speak, but his voice crackled wetly, graveled and hoarse. Hacking brutally, he expunged a lungful of briney water, eyes watering. Words failed him, but his legs felt stronger than before. A cursory look downward revealed a strangely dappled expanse of flesh, and his brow drew together in contemplation.

Reflexively, the stallion's teeth bared as he struggled to all fours, the tide sloshing around his hooves as he stumbled ashore, seeking.


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#2

His eyes were like broken Cathedrals,
hollow in murder, grey in abandonment.


How many times had he stepped through these things in his life? These damned, sometimes unpredictable windows to another world. They had offered a sense of adventure before and this was no different; he was entirely prepared for a transition, and yet as he is pulled from his home and, ultimately, his lover's side, he can only offer a gasp of breath with the new scents and sounds that come from this new land. Starwave.

He knew not the name and he could not get his bearings long enough to tell where they had landed - and in this moment where his eyes open to the bright world around him, his mind could still only focus on one thing among the blur: Nikhil.

Standing knee-deep in the salty seawater, gasping from the over-stimulation yet stubbornly stuck in place, he forces his eyes open with the sound of a cough, a hack, a wheeze. Water moving around the body of someone else. In desperation his ear opens toward the sound and on legs not unlike that of a newborn foal (steadily growing stronger), he makes his way over to the sound blindly. Only when he is meters away from the other's form does he take a firm, hesitant and fearful pause. This did not look like anything he was familiar with; certainly not the man who was standing beside him just moments ago. But could it be? There was no one else around that he could see; surely they had not been separated so distantly? He had tried to ensure their proximity for this reason alone, and for a moment his stomach churns with frustrated ire. These damned things.

Tentatively, hoarsely, he reaches out with his voice while cloven hooves remain in the water, separated now only by the crest of seawater into sand that barriers water from land.
"Nik?"


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The Incendiary
#3
how to return this rage, how it circles endless—
like bruise, like stone too black.


A chill rattled his bones as he felt the delayed impact of the seawater, his nostrils flaring and his head whipped around. There was nothing comforting in his surroundings, but he could not deny that the world was beautiful. Birds cawed overhead, and the colors of the world were inviting and kind. They stilled his beating heart, and then his eyes settled on the palomino stallion that stood knee deep in the pelagic expanse. His body rippled with hostility, his brow draw together and his ebony lips peeling away to reveal pointed teeth. There was some familiarity to this new body, a comforting reminder of his birthplace: the way his hooves shifted in the sand, how his muscles rippled beneath his skin.

As though preparing to lunge, the stallion's tail heavily swayed behind him, and his momentous attack was halted only by the gentle call of his name. Within in a second, he was mollified. His countenance softened, and he nearly propelled himself forward to embrace and coo over the kirin, but was halted by a despairing caw from the water, a wing thrashing weakly. He moved in an instant, slipping on the saturated sand beneath his hooves, and he shouldered past the Nightling to free his beloved companion from the turbulent waves. In truth, it was relatively shallow, and the water was passive. Even so, as he scooped Durga up and placed her carefully upon his withers, his gaze lingered worriedly upon her ruffled feathers. She tittered her displeasure, and Nikhil smiled.

"Tch. Dramatic bird," he scoffed lightly, but affectionately nosed the hawk's wing. Steadily pushing through the tide and back towards the shore, he paused at Sílon's side, his lips pursed into a thin line. "S'not what I had in mind," he admitted faintly, his husky voice entangling gently with the whispers of the water. Uncertainty lingered in his features, creasing the faint wrinkles around his muzzle and eyes, yet he sought to abate his apprehension with humor. "You, I mean. Y'look kind of funny."





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#4

His eyes were like broken Cathedrals,
hollow in murder, grey in abandonment.


He's certain, for a moment, that this strange hulking stallion will lunge at him - until his voice seems to pacify him completely, and he knows this is who he calls for.

Ready to prepare for any large contact that may follow their reunion, and subconsciously he remembers a time in which he was lovingly crushed under the other in another time, another place. It effectively draws some amused, infatuated feelings to rise in him - yet just as he prepares his lover is charging past him to the bird in the water. Not that he blames him; he does not take the shoulder contact to heart and instead, he takes a step back in the water to make way for him to save his companion. He'd have done the same if it was Rita.

And speaking of her, his eyes set to the skies and he wonders where she is. He can feel her close by and yet cannot seem to find her; he does not call to her yet, he knows she knows where he is, where they are.

An amused smile forms on new lips and slowly he picks his way through the water and to the shore, shaking off bits of water in a vigorous, natural shake of his body. He can feel his long tail again, yet long hair sticks to the salty wet sides of his neck and his head feels a little heavier. And he feels stronger.

Hooves dig into the wet sand and his shoulders flex as he tests his ability. He breathes in slow, then out - he had never quite felt like he held as much natural power as this. He was short, but somewhere in him he knew he could break bones with the right use of this new form. His hooves felt larger, sturdier, as did his body. His neck a curved splendor and his tail a crackling whip. It is only the other's words that break him from this realization.

"I feel... Strong," he lamely acknowledges about himself, and white eyes lift to the other to take his lover in properly, now. "You should look in your reflection, Bhiru," and though amusement lingers in his own voice, he grows quiet and serious as his mind seeks out proper similarities he offers with utmost importance, watching if Nikhil looked to the water to see himself. "You've got a sunray kissed pelt and stars 'round your eyes. You stole my white eyes, too." A distant chuckle sounds in his voice towards the end, his tail coiling around one of his back legs carefully after turning to wait for him to join him. I didn't know you were that jealous of them.

Where Nikhil had seen the beautiful world around him, he saw only what Nikhil himself exhibited - for he was always to be more captivating than any beautiful sky or breathtaking sunset could ever be for Sílon.


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#5
how to return this rage, how it circles endless—
like bruise, like stone too black.


Rivulets of seafoam cascaded down his limbs as he stepped from the water, shaking out his pelt hard enough to warrant an aggrieved sigh from Durga, who still clung tightly to his withers—he did not mind the sharp prick of her talons. He never did.

Just as his lover did, the Incendiary took the beat of silence to assess his ungainly new form. His tail was foreign, and he felt as though weights had been bound to his legs, slowing him down with the unruly strands that caught and grabbed at the salt-soaked earth beneath him. His lip curled in disgust, and when he lowered his muzzle to his hooves (as though in search of something), he scoffed when he found only beige crescents beneath him.

With immense reluctance, he turned his starry gaze to the Nightling, unguardedly inspecting him from head to toe, his admiration anything but hidden. He could see the similarities now, subtle as they were, and found comfort in the familiarity of their astoundingly different heights. Unable to resist, he deliberately and mockingly craned his neck downwards, flashing Sílon a dazzlingly white smile. “How are things down there?”

Sobering as he examined the palomino kirin more closely, his brow arched. Strong. He hadn’t quite expected the Nightling to say that—he had always been the strong one, whereas his lover had  been the nettle-tongued wit to safeguard his fragile mind. Pride slowly bled into him, and eagerly he resolved to bolster that strength. “How d’you mean?” he queried, though hushed for a moment to take a fleeting glance into the rippling sea.

He had already noticed the thick, white lashes that framed his vision, and spools of his flaxen hair had tumbled roguishly down his cheekbone. The changes were uncanny, yet he could hear the simmering passion within Sílon’s voice, and he knew he shouldn’t have expected any different. His broad chest expanded as the other stallion’s tail coiled around his hind leg, an affectionate, subtle embrace that had brought him comfort for years now. He exhaled, and as the breath left his parted lips, lines of tension eased from his muscles.

“Mmh…” he hummed, regarding his reflection as he might a stranger. He had expected to see vibrant orange eyes, smoldering like a dying star, flickering with the burning of forest fires. Instead, he saw cool moonlight and the licking of flames across nebulous, blue galaxies. He thought of their estranged daughter and her ivory gaze, her chilling stare. His heart ached, and he willed the thought away with a visible flinch. Not now.

Sensing his distress, Durga cooed anxiously, her talons lessening their grip and her neck lowering to preen through the mountains of hair upon his crest. Once more, he exhaled.

“What can I say?” Nikhil responded slowly, though he no longer smiled. “I’ve always thought your eyes were pretty. Told y’so a million times. Believe it now?” He thought of the countless times Sílon had admired his tiger’s eye gaze, and now he’d been robbed of them—his incendiary stare replaced with celestial pools.

Strange.

Tearing away from his reflection to once more regard the world around them, his chest tightened, gripped by the familiar fingers of trepidation and unfamiliarity. “What d’you think this place is?” he asked softly, moving to step nearer to a treeline adjacent to the shore they’d come upon. Then, his eyes flicked back to the metallic portals that’d spat them out.

“And why th'hell would Jataveda bring us here?” He had crafted the world of fire to be selective in who, and what, it allowed through. It was their haven; their sanctuary--so why had it taken them here?


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#6

His eyes were like broken Cathedrals,
hollow in murder, grey in abandonment.


He feels his partner's eyes upon him as naturally as his instincts that gradually revisit him in this form. Yet watching the other stallion take him in causes a reaction nearly unconsciously; he moves to stretch himself in a subtle (or not-so-subtle) way so as to show the glint of sun upon his skin, the way his tail kept curled tight and the curve of his neck. Showing off was not something he did very often, but when his lover's eyes were upon him, it was something he did unabashedly.

It lasts for only as long as he's inspected before he relaxes, rolls shoulders and stretches his limbs in place as he quietly grows more accustomed and in tune with this new body. He offers a jagged smirk and he shows off his own molars in nothing short of an amused, predatory way as his partner takes a shot at his height once more - but it was, again, nothing taken personally and instead, he plays along with the reaction he assumed the other wished to garner from him.

His expression softens and he grows quiet as Nikhil does. He looks down upon himself, his chest and his legs - strong and not nimble like he'd otherwise be used to - before taking in a slow sigh of air. "I feel like I can do a lot more. I don't feel... Breakable." It was the best he could describe it. How many times had he felt the sharp sting and pain of a broken rib, a lame leg? It was perhaps the worst thing to feel - not even just the pain, but the ease in which his bones snapped and skin tore. But his bones had weight and his body, though lithe, still held that sturdiness that came with strength and ability. He was not useless here. He could do something - he truly believed that, now.

Attention upon himself is suddenly switched to his lover as he begins to take himself in. A pang of affection pulses in his chest with his heartbeat as he takes himself in and Durga begins to preen him in a mothering way; he knows he has remembered something, or someone, but cannot know who - neither would he ask. Not unless he spoke on the feelings first.

And it seemed he wished to let it be for now, move past it.

"I do." The words come simply from his lips and his tail coils all the more around his leg, securely. As if to further the belief in his words, he shares a strange connection between their eyes - both white and cold like snow, and yet even looking into a mirror of his own he can see a fire brewing within his lover's eyes. It would always be there, he knows, and it would not be Nik without some kind of fire within him. Even if it was only an ember cradled by ash; he had survived before on thinner strands, and he would surely survive now.

The stallion finally turns his gaze to the surrounding area as his lover prompts questions toward this new world; and he can officially take in the strange, yet beautiful, new sights properly. "Don't know," he begins, a low tone so his words only carry between the two of them. "Maybe it felt your want for adventure. Or maybe it brought us here for a reason - to help us." He wonders allowed, gaze soaring from the portals from which they'd come, back to the land around them. It was anyone's guess; but so long as they had their way home he supposes there is little to fear.



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The Incendiary
#7
how to return this rage, how it circles endless—
like bruise, like stone too black.


As a deserted man might swallow water, he drank in every movement of his lover's body. Muscles rippled beneath his elegant, off-white exterior, and that was when Nikhil realized: he could see the strength, too. His blonde hair spilled over his neck in soft waves, and he was as pale and beautiful as he'd ever been. The Incendiary smiled lazily, his eyes content. "Beautiful," he murmured, and he meant it. "You're beautiful."

Gently, he stretched his neck to nip his partner lightly, his own roguish smile broadening for that brief moment before they stood side by side, the Nightling's tail still coiled comfortingly around his hind leg. He exhaled.

Nikhil's brow drew together as he listened, almost pained. "Y'were never breakable, Raiven." No, through it all, Sílon had never broken. The times they had bathed in blood, both their own and that of others, was innumerable. He had always been so easily consumed by his temper, so ready to exact his wrath on those that opposed him, and his Raven had always been beside him. No matter how it hurt. But he had never been broken--Sílon had been the only thing strong enough to save him. Perhaps his bones had snapped beneath the impact, but his indomitable will had only ever bent.

But he did not dare explain what he meant by the words, because no matter how hard he tried, the selfish part of him could never forget those moments when Sílon had bent for someone else. When he'd betrayed him. And so, aching, he tore his gaze away from his lover and forgot the tender sentiment.

Looking to the water, he narrowed the insipid pools of his eyes to regard the vibrant coral that protruded from the cyan sea. Purples, pinks, bright oranges and reds--the colors glittered dazzlingly back at him, and he was disarmed by the exotic beauty of the world around him. The sand underfoot shone like priceless metal, and for a moment Nikhil wondered what its worth was.

Pivoting where he stood, he assessed their surroundings quietly. To the east, he saw mountains and enormous cliffs that overlooked the sea. The north seemed densely forested, and slightly west of that were the blurry, endless folds of violet. The latter caught his interest, perhaps because he knew how much his lover adored the color; because he knew it reminded Solin of him.

"D'you see that?" he asked quietly, glancing towards the pallid stallion. "The hills in the distance. They look... lavender, almost. Colorful." He shifted his weight, Durga cooing softly as her talons moved in tandem with her perch. "W'should go."


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His eyes were like broken Cathedrals,
hollow in murder, grey in abandonment.


He's easy to return that same nonchalant boldness that Nikhil offers to him; his eyes situated firmly upon his own to stubbornly remain for as long as he drinks the image he'd offered him up.  The nip garners a strange mrrow like sound from his chest, lowly chuckling in affectionate amusement. The time his eyes turn to the ground is after the words settle in him, but more so as he notices another shift in his partner's demeanor - that ache that made him tear his eyes away from him. He can only imagine what caused it, but he can come to a few conclusions scarily close to the truth.

Pride shrivels into humility, confidence humbled to his insides and core once more. It's not painful, nor does it create a sadness in him; he knows of the things he's done in his life, and how he deserves to step down once in a while in order to remember and stand up to those terrible, disloyal things; he would not shrink away with cowardice. The least he could do was be able to live with it, to accept the things he's done so as to not hurt his lover further by whatever denial and excuses will do to him, too. And, in turn, to make up for them and never repeat the offenses again. To show him that he was to stand at his side firmly, no second guesses, no doubts or inhibitions. Not again. Not ever.

The sudden movement of the other stallion has his ears perking and head turning up again, watching as he turned and began to look toward something in the distance, or at the distance itself, he'd assume. Slowly, his own would assess the area far around them and, prompted by his lover's voice again, would look toward the hills he describes. Lavender. His chest aches in a good way this time, and his gaze softens at the color. He hopes it is lavender as Nikhil suspects.

"Should be able to find Rita on the way. Let's go, Bhiru. Stay alert."

With a few steps in the direction they face now, he'd fall in just slightly ahead or at Nikhil's side at a steady pace. Always alert, always chastising every shake of a bush or rustle of a branch with his cold stare.


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The Incendiary
#9
how to return this rage, how it circles endless—
like bruise, like stone too black.

The Nightling's brilliant diamond eyes lowered to the ground, and Nikhil immediately regretted his silence; the one that had spoken volumes. An apology bubbled and then quickly died on his lips, and he was ashamed. How many years, he wondered, until the pain would ebb? Until he could look upon his raven and not feel the inevitable ache, until he could smile at him broadly and genuinely--he wondered almost everyday. A thousand times he'd considered their bond forfeit, but he could never muster the courage to close those walls and abandon him. He loved him too much--together, they were all they had.

Forcing a smile as the palomino's expression softened, his eyes lifting, Nikhil offered an affirmative nod before he began to walk. One foot after another, like so many times before, as he struggled to grow accustomed to this body. Durga perched solidly on his withers, and in truth, he hadn't noticed Rita's absence. "Is she scouting ahead?" he asked, flicking his eyes, swathed in their cool firelight, towards the Nightling. His strides were long, hopeful that Sílon could keep pace in his new body.

Meanwhile, Nikhil's eyes lingered ahead of them. Innumerable questions swirled through his mind, permeating his bones with their incessant pestering. What would this place be like? And what inevitable aches and pains would it bring him, as so many places had before? He didn't want to think of it, yet the Incendiary couldn't help but do just that.

He scanned the horizonline, the trees and the shrubbery, and that distant land of lavender. Stay alert, his lover had said, though he pined to relax, to lounge in a soft bed and to feel the tender touch of satin sheets against his cheek. His chest heaved, and he sighed.

Tossing out his flaxen locks, the wind mussing his hair in and out of place, his eyes crinkled. "Y'already on edge?" the stallion muttered, the strong column of his throat tensing as he swallowed. "Relax. Driving me insane."

And that was all he offered in the time it took them to reach the beginning of the fields and lavender, the vast colors that stretched out before them.

Almost immediately, he resolved to hate it, and his nostrils flared with contempt.


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