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Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - Nora - 05-20-2017 These weeks of exploration become the avid, beautiful daydream my heart had always envisioned. Noah uncovers an unquenchable fascination for the ever-changing terrain we pass. Gone is the terrible cliffs, the volcanic, biting air of various cages. His smile and steadfast patience wash the fear from my eyes – his words and lessons nurture my courage and self-confidence. Concealed emotions begin to the beat against the roof my mind; demanding acknowledgement. But distractions (of every sort) offer reprise from internal complications – for the time being, it became easy to ignore the stir of questions and brush aside the urge to find their solution. My subconscious embraces this newfound tolerance, she finds relief from anxiety and draws comfort in the security of our leader. Noah flies just ahead (as usual,) though unlike our first week of travel…I don’t struggle to maintain (and even surpass) his pace. These sinew flight muscles have been forged in the kiln of the sunlight and wind. Since I'm no longer forced to lag behind, our distance becomes a courtesy…an excuse to avoid the paranoid assumption that an accidental brush of feathers would have gut wrenching consequences. When those emerald forests and boundless grasslands shift into melancholy grey and brown – my soul begins to yearn for the road behind us (rather than the mysteries ahead.) My mind revisits the warm, sun filled afternoons. I was (and am) wholly beguiled by those stunning, empty valleys and their unclaimed blossoms. Our last travel break had been so lengthy that I had begun to wonder if Noah would reveal his decision to makes those gentle tumbles of hills and thistles into our temporary residence. But…no... Our current destination…an outlandish, bluish glow that consumes our intrigue just as it fills the dark horizon at night. I sooth my disappointment with fragments of hope – there was something…enriching about it. Something…that reminded me of magic. My subconscious arches her figurative brow, reminding me in her wordless way to not build my hope around the idea that those lands would restore me. Though…I couldn’t stand to drown that seedling of optimism…not when that unnatural aura is bleeding unspoken promise of achievability into the sky… ---- Amber threads of milky clouds become skewed by twilight; the brilliant sun wanes his power while the first of many stars begin to poke through the moonless night sky. Below, we’ve traded paradise for…rivers of fire…even from afar, their dazzling, bizarre hue has started a war against the rise of tension building in my chest. These nostrils tremble, sipping the horrible taste of gas. Pockets of hot air become easier to find – and harder avoid – their invisible conflict balloons against my secondary and primary feathers, upsetting that perfect harmony I’d spent weeks practicing. “Noah!” Pale lips draw back as my thundering heart nosedives – galloping into action. These arms rotate, attempting to work with (rather than against) the current. OC: Using my VOTG pass -- (calling the necessary god) [Dark x Light | The ability to move objects with her mind.] [Restrictions | Objects must weigh less than 15lbs and cannot be thrown.] @Noah RE: Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - Noah - 05-21-2017 @Nora @Mythical Request Using a VOTG pass from my prize list, please: [Magic: Water x Dark | Able to control existing water] RE: Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - God of the Earth - 05-24-2017 god of the earth
Angel, your magic is actually earthxlight, and Riven yours is waterxwind. "Careful!" The resonant voice of the God rumbled outwards towards the two pegasi like an earthquake during a rainstorm. His word is muted but powerful, as unseen verdant eyes watch the unsteady lwoering and landing of the two newcomers to the shrine. The God of the Earth appears in a swirl of dust and water, a cloud of debris which swirls until his massive shape has fully formed itself onto the land before them. A warm smile greets the two who stand before him. He knows nothing about these two, save for that they hail from the basin. Though their lack of horns is unexpected, it fills the God's heart with warmth. He is pleased that the former racism has apparently been completely diluted. "What brings you two to this place?" RE: Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - Nora - 05-31-2017 Though I’ve pleaded, begged for his guidance...Noah's foreign advice becomes gnarled like kudzu vine. The vast (useful) majority is caught in a stampede of distress and horror. What DOES breach my ignorance...a name...my name on the wind. His words rebound in my skull, searching for translation -- watchful, but unnerved -- my stricken, flight/fight gut is becoming a danger to logic itself. Just then...I see him gesture...downward? Yes, that inner voice snarls, down! Those racing, unreasonable fears accelerate; hissing like the devil. But DOWN seems the opposite of my struggle. Another blast of hot air sends me into a breathless, sideways lurch...it highlights the transparency of my vulnerability. I'm in no position to deny his wisdom in favor of MY self-reliance. Confusion is mercilessness, it poisons my convection...but Noah becomes the light that guides me. He dives from my side...dropping like a fallen star, headed straight for those blue capillaries. Mini me grinds her teeth. With bumbling, trembling effort – these feathers inch close, attempting to (pitifully) mimic his arrow-like framework. Unorganized drafts continue to rake, distort; the current is growling, threatening. Painted legs branch from their coiled safety within my undercarriage. The flux becomes fierce and no matter my corrections...all answers are wrong...stop it, the tiny voice begs, stop throwing me from side to side! Groaning pectoral muscles are screaming their defiance! With all the grace of tossed dirt wad, I narrowly line up to the obsidian peninsula. Ears are meshed within tangles and knots. 'Careful!' A shrill bleat of panic rises from my entanglement! Irises flick upward, catching a glimpse of someone (who isn't Noah) on the landing strip! My singular goals have already become dedicated; back-paddling, slowing with a hardwired yearn to disembark. I push these aching shoulders downward, trying to roll my arms forward and pull up...return into the sky! But that change of heart comes too late. The foul ground looms, unavoidable. Spurred out of desperation (and the fear of tumbling into a somersault) -- I alight upon the walkway, cantering and tearing onward. Wait! Molars grind, these hind-feet tuck; wings arch upwards as the majority of my bulk is swung in reverse. The road stings into my rump, leaving scratches. Forelegs become lead anchors, rooting me into a near sit. Naïve panic is given a sharp and narrow life, "quand êtes-vous arrivé là-bas?!" Eyes and jaws unhinged and bulge; trapped in the wake of their stupor. He…my subconscious stutters, he’s MASSIVE, she is utterly lost with captivation. My trembling body felt like a wisp; a pebble in comparison to the grandeur of his boulder-like girth... Hindquarters backtrack, shuffling until the pressure of his (sudden) proximity is alleviated. But they couldn't retreat far... all around (much nearer than preferred) the supernatural magma sputters and hiccups, those sweltering veins become dull alarms in the back of my mind. Though, not even their distracted glamor could deter me from the one who consumes our breathable space – who demands my attention by simply being in existence. “N-noah,” these jaws mime silently, with all the muted pleading they can muster. Creaking would be noises are unwilling to rise above a meek, trembling whimper, “w-who?” I yearn to look away, find the eagle and guardsman; but my trembling distrust refuses to gamble, it wouldn’t dare change course or alter the steadfast, gawking position. OC: [Earth x Light | The ability to move objects with her mind.] [Restrictions | Objects must weigh less than 15lbs and cannot be thrown.] [Hover over text for a translation!] @Noah RE: Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - Noah - 06-01-2017 RE: Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - God of the Earth - 06-06-2017 god of the earth
Angel, your magic is actually earthxlight, and Riven yours is waterxwind. Sometimes those who arrive in this place are unaware of just precisely where it is that they have come. Although it isn't that often. After all, why would one tred onto an island created by the blue-lava of an active volcano to visit a handful of crumbled shrines were the true purpose of the Veins not already known? It was one thing to not believe that a God would come when called from this place, but it was another to all together be ignorant of the possibility. "Je suis toujours ici." The God of the Earth replied with a calm and paternal smile upon his dirt-coloured lips as he gazed down towards the petite pegasus mare. The Earth's verdant gaze easily moved to the solider as he landed next to his counterpart, introducing her by name but not offering his own. Presumably he thought the God would be able to glean his name by the mare's frightened mumbling of it. Which of course he had. "I am the God of the Earth." He replied, looking at the two as a calming breeze wafted off of the sea drifting over the trio. It brought with it the unseasonal scent of lilacs and honeysuckle, as well as offering a calming effect. "What can I do for you, Nora? Noah?" RE: Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - Nora - 06-08-2017
Liver splashed hindquarters shudder anxiously; the rearmost self is burnt from that jagged collision moments prior. Though miraculously, none of said skin has been broken. The burly mountain speaks – tailoring his response to fit the puzzle – stunned irises are pushed to their limit, but the depth is crackling, absorbing. Something bordering on near composure is stirring from faintness. My focus harrows on those chocolate, bearded lips…their search for danger is rebuked. There is no hint to clarify my fabrication of threat; his expression is upturned…gracious and possibly candid. Papery nostrils drink, expecting another mouthful of arid oxygen…instead, a sugary perfume wafts in from beyond them. Uptight nerves are plucked, one by one, they become subdued. With a pitiful (unheard) cry of dejection, they crawl back into the frantic darkness. There is one unit to pierce the barrier; one confounded title which pulls free of his gibberish banter. A term, his namesake, it circles my frontal lobe on beaming wings; vanquishing a small measure of despair. God? Astonishment mobilizes, remodeling my stunned expression into one of comprehension. Ears veer from their disordered mess, led by the hook of solace, “un dieu?” Another somber voice emanates from shadowy caverns, her eyes are brimming at the possibilities; needles of enthusiasm prod into the unexpected basis of conclusion, ‘he…could bring it back.’ Internal fingers shovel into the hard soil of neglected emotions, reflections; they resurface that first moment (forever ago) which first lead me into the world of gods and their magic. Russet fur, splattered with strokes of onyx across her mane-like shoulders. Those wise, kindly eyes are pale; immortality has blanched them into snow. A teeny, noiseless bird hovers on fleet wings near her oversized, crimson ears. His agile body has been formed by emeralds and rubies…his lively eyes are glossy, like raven feathers. She, the skeletal wolf, neither beautiful or ugly – stood before our selfish mortal eyes. A toothy smile curls her lips, “I require assistance.” Her elderly voice relays quietly to the hushed crowd... Those memories dissolve. The mystified woman-child is snatched from a regretful past and plopped back into our current existence, ”Dieu,” his name could almost be a question; those bleak arrows of skepticism still mingle with raw uncertainty, “est-ce que tu es venu restaurer magie?” While awaiting a reply, these optics pitch sideways, pursuing the unsettled eagle. OC: [Earth x Light | The ability to move objects with her mind.] [Restrictions | Objects must weigh less than 15lbs and cannot be thrown.] [Hover over text for a translation!] @Noah RE: Our souls turn into a boat of dreams [VOTG pass] - Noah - 06-11-2017 @Mythical Request @Nora |