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A fine glass of red - Aquila - 12-15-2015 Aquila
Webbed hooves left a trail of flat, circular prints behind the swaying barbed tail. But, more importantly, her hooves were sore. They were unused to such uneven surfaces and such dry earth for such long periods of time. Where was the water? The sand? The weightlessness to ease the ache on the cloven pads that were more adept at moving water than traversing rocks and forests.Yet she walked, only a scowl on her war-painted betraying the discomfort she felt— well, a deeper scowl than her usual glower. Large, fish-like eyes sweep in a continuous grid around her, mentally filling in a map of this new ‘Helovia.’ There were many trees. Tall trees with many branches, so many more than the fronds of palms; and with some with needles for leaves that further agitated her raw hooves. But, strangely, the green trees morphed to red— and instantly her alarms raised. Red overhead was never a good omen; it reminded her of the fatal red tides that poisoned otherwise delicious fish. And the unsuspecting foal that had wandered through the deadly crimson water… A brief shake of her ridged head brought her attentions back to the present. And she found herself staring down at a ruby-stained reflection. Her skin, dried to ashy hues from her long stint out of the water, begged to immerse in the liquid. But there was something just not quite right about this place… Casting a glance towards the canopy, which dyed the weak light scarlet, a low growl escaped her throat as indecision warred. But, in the end, her dry scales won. Stiffly she lowered her forelimbs down the steep banks, rising to her knees in the bloody waters, which was frigid. Scaled ears flicked uneasily, before she lowered her haunches into the pool. A surprised, short nicker escaped her as her forehand found the extraordinary steep drop-off to the shockingly deep pool… which seems to pull her further and deeper… A squeal and a splash of bloody waters brought her back near the banks— though her hooves still treaded water where she was sure there had been shallows just before. Too late, she thought against breathing in the water through her gills. Damn. "... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea." ooc| open to anyone! I've been neglecting her too long. RE: A fine glass of red - Cirrus - 12-16-2015
@Aquila RE: A fine glass of red - Aquila - 12-19-2015 Aquila
The breath of red water send tingles through her gills. Unpleasant, cold prickles that sent red sparks bursting through her vision. Her ears were filled with the sound of her splashes and another, unearthly noise that didn’t know… So the first musing word of the mare above her went unheard. With her vision thus distorted, the dropping of a flighted creature from the canopy made her lips peel back from her slightly sharp teeth. A burst of color flared from her stripes as her fear manifested itself in a pulse of light. Flighted creatures in the Rift were often predators— and hadn’t she been attacked by a flighted equine skeleton just before the gods battle? A low growl ripped from her throat as she lunged towards the shallows, breaking free of the sinister force that pulled her legs and muddied her senses. Once her shoulders, and thus gills, were free of the water, her she was able to focus her sharp gaze on the landing pegasus. A mare. Of red-cast clouds? Teal-yellow eyes linger on the mare’s coat a moment longer than usual in her brisk, visual assessment. Ears, which had pinned during her momentary panic, flicked towards the mare as she speaks. ’Help’? A derisive snort leaves her plated nostrils— Before her large eyes land on the steep banks of the pool’s edge. She was certain that they had not been that deep when she lowered her dry body into the waters. Given the darkly magical properties of the water, she had no doubt they had grown since then. Gaze flicked back to the winged mare, teeth gritting before growling words, “I think— yes, I’ll need help,” the words was distasteful in her mouth. She approached where the winged mare stood, webbed hooves raising to stab and scramble against the banks. She was usually so much more coordinated and graceful in the water— just more evidence that this was an enchanted place. In her struggles, the ruby droplets beaded and slid on the smooth, scaled skin. Unblinking eyes stare unnervingly at the woman of the sky, “Would you?” Her throaty voice was nearly a command— clearly she was unused to asking for assistance. "... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea." @Cirrus sorry for the delay! Aquila's prickly XD Feel free to PP helping her out of the water... If Cirrus still wants to help her >.> hah RE: A fine glass of red - Cirrus - 12-19-2015
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