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10-20-2015, 05:48 PM
The ocean mare continues to follow her feet—her initial journey home swayed and bent into something else, an adventure of Helovia as she carries herself farther south. Her longing and heart’s cry for the cool, frosty mountains, for home, still linger at the back of her mind, but having caught the distant, lulling call of her father’s shore, her heart is being pulled closer to his beckoning, and she follows excitedly.
Dark cloven hooves splay slightly beneath her weight, sinking into the fine grains of sand, warm now as Tallsun’s bright light falls upon them liberally from above. The water-like markings that are streaked across her body glisten beneath the brightness, rippling and playing across her skin as though she is a drop of the ocean itself, moving across the pearly beach to return to her father’s vast embrace. The shells in her mane and tail chime gently as they clink against one another, echoing the sound of sea birds and the rushing of the waves, her very heart seeming to beat in time with their pulsing rhythm.
Her slender chest expands as she inhales the salty air, allowing it to run through every fiber of her body. “Papa!” She exclaims in breathless excitement, tossing her head in joyous rapture as she bounds forward and into his frothy embrace. So enchanted is she, that the ocean mare hardly notices the choppy winds and strong, unrelenting current of her father’s watery pull. He helps her, guides her as she swims, encouraging her to the cluster of islands on the horizon.
Her breathes are labored when her hooves finally find purchase, but her momentary exhaustion does little to dampen her smile as she pulls herself onto the jungle shore. Not having explored the entirety of Helovia thus far, it is only when Tiamat notices the large gathering of equines that recognizes that this is another new realm—one that a deity has brought them. “Oh…” she murmurs, her breath shadowed by an unwelcome sense of doom.
How much pain and hate must they endure for these Gods and their gifts, despite their generosity?
notes; Yay Tia is finally here! xD
“Speech.”
Dark cloven hooves splay slightly beneath her weight, sinking into the fine grains of sand, warm now as Tallsun’s bright light falls upon them liberally from above. The water-like markings that are streaked across her body glisten beneath the brightness, rippling and playing across her skin as though she is a drop of the ocean itself, moving across the pearly beach to return to her father’s vast embrace. The shells in her mane and tail chime gently as they clink against one another, echoing the sound of sea birds and the rushing of the waves, her very heart seeming to beat in time with their pulsing rhythm.
Her slender chest expands as she inhales the salty air, allowing it to run through every fiber of her body. “Papa!” She exclaims in breathless excitement, tossing her head in joyous rapture as she bounds forward and into his frothy embrace. So enchanted is she, that the ocean mare hardly notices the choppy winds and strong, unrelenting current of her father’s watery pull. He helps her, guides her as she swims, encouraging her to the cluster of islands on the horizon.
Her breathes are labored when her hooves finally find purchase, but her momentary exhaustion does little to dampen her smile as she pulls herself onto the jungle shore. Not having explored the entirety of Helovia thus far, it is only when Tiamat notices the large gathering of equines that recognizes that this is another new realm—one that a deity has brought them. “Oh…” she murmurs, her breath shadowed by an unwelcome sense of doom.
How much pain and hate must they endure for these Gods and their gifts, despite their generosity?
notes; Yay Tia is finally here! xD
“Speech.”
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magic & force are permitted.
magic & force are permitted.
