Post by Quinn Tisiphone on Apr 26, 2016 23:22:37 GMT -5
Secrets. Secrets were what destroyed the strongest of warriors. While she knew Rion was doing it for her own good, Quinn felt he still should have known better than trying to hide negative emotions from her. Pressing her lips together, she gave him the opportunity to tell her, to fess up about anything, but instead he made his way straight to the damned box. Quinn was the last one to enter the box. While she should have been the one most comfortable with the concept of returning, something about her was hesitant. While this box was a place she was kept prisoner, she knew that Pandora's Box wasn't her jail. If anything it was her castle. Barely bringing her finger tips to the lid of the box, Quinn felt herself evaporate into various particle before being consumed into the very being of the box. As her body seemed to reform, she strolled over towards where Rion and her sister had wandered off to. Everything was exactly how she remembered it. Bright eyed, Quinn looked up into the endless swirling clouds that towered high above them in sky. While this land look of that of lorn, and destructive beasts, Quinn knew better. Hurrying over to stand in front of Rion, Quinn put out one of her hands as a dragon like creature came swooping down the sky. When the dragon locked eyes with Quinn, he slowed down to a stop, even dropped his legs to the ground. Taking a slight step closer, Quinn barely ran her fingers over the cool, snake like scales that guarded his weak interior. The dragon paused for a moment, until finally he brushed his head against her hand like a cat would. Smiling softly, Quinn turned back to Rion and gave a nod. "They aren't the creatures the Gods explained, the Gods lie about a lot. They are just as much prisoners as the rest of us." Withdrawing her hand, Quinn watched as the dragon darted back into the air, disappearing from sight in seconds. The Gods may own her, but this was her castle. This box was her land, and once was her home.
Walking past the three, Quinn continued in the direction that at first looked like a waste land. The creatures began gathering around the group, crawling out from the holes and abandoned tree's they hid within. None of the creatures attacked, but much rather watched with great curiosity if this was finally their taste of freedom. Several creatures even began following behind the ground, offering their aide as well in this upcoming conflict. The closer they got to the waste lands, the more the illusion began to blur and finally disappear. Behind this illusion lied a great utopia in the air. Once reaching as close as they could on foot, Quinn allowed the blade that decorated the tips of her wings to carve past the muscle in her back. The wings flung out widely before shooting her into the air. She figured the others wouldn't need direction to do the same. But to Quinn's surprise, a majority of the creatures that once hid in fear, also now flung into the air to follow the group. If it was a war the Gods wanted, then that was exactly what they would get. Smiling softly she looked over to her side where the dragon from before was flying. "Thank you friend." Quinn spoke softly before focusing her eyes back on the target, back on Olympus.