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10-29-2012, 01:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-04-2012, 01:56 PM by Cassiopeia.)
As you move through the forest, you catch sight of something unusual, something out of place in this terrestrial setting. Rays of illumine project from its sides. It moves almost as if it is weightless, its strides hardly strumming against the terrain below. From its cervine head protrudes a couplet of biramous tusks, twisting from its brow like brothers. Its eyes are hollow and infinitely wise, staring back at you with an expression indicative of inquisitiveness, alarm. There are a few brilliant points of light in which you can clearly discern, delineating its cosmic contours. Its head is hoisted high atop pronounced shoulders, its analogical muscles tensed as it studied you, silent. Then, rather suddenly, it turned and fled. Behind it danced a film of iridescent dust, careening downward like leaves through still air to alight upon the snow-ridden earth below. It seems to be headed toward something specific, something in the distance. It leads you to a large fir, its emerald spires hardly effected by the harshness of Frostfall. But there is something else as well; you squint your eyes in order to identify it. The silhouette of a dark mare is illuminated by yet another constellation, an avian assemblage of incandescence. It notices you, alarming the mare - the lithe star breather, its animator - to your presence. Cassiopeia's ears swiveled back almost instantly. Muscles became tense beneath her ebony pelage and she spun on her heels, her cyan eyes falling upon the dimly elucidated stranger before her. "Who's there?" The words egressed with a dilute sense of exigence as she assumed a protective stance over her daughter, and the small filly huddled beneath her mother. Glimmering eyes peered out curiously beneath her barrle as the star breather strained her eyes, struggling to make out the features of an ashen stallion. His scent, one laden in testosterone and of something unfamiliar, the scent of a foreign land perhaps, wafted toward her, and instantly she became relaxed. "Andash?" Her features lit up with a cordial smile. |
