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01-23-2014, 05:07 AM
The darkness of the cave enclosed the ivory stallion, urging him furthermore to explore and know these twisting walls by heart. But today, a smile played upon his dipped maw, cyan eyes brightened with a jovial light. Exiting out of the cavern, there was now a cure for the monstrous wraiths. Horrific beasts that wrought darkness upon others, their forms mutilated could now be converted back to normality, they could finally be brought back into the light.
Exiting to the right, away from the way he entered into the god's cavern, Arrane found himself upon a new room. His smile beamed, his grim mask was transformed into one of a jovial aura. There stood ethereal water fall, glinting slightly in the light cast off from the stars. The place was dark, but the gurgle of water drew him closer, to be exposed to the night sky with an opening in the cavern. Stars twinkled above, and yet he caught the scent of another, immersed in the darkness with him.
The smell wafted to his nostrils, and Arrane glanced with curiousity. Should he move towards it? But then reflections started dancing upon the walls, and images began playing before him. A stark ebony mare flashed before him, emerald eyes glancing momentarily as she grimaced at him. His sisters, Laila and Willowe appeared on the scene, screaming for help, beckoning him fowards in the water. Frozen in place, Arrane was unable to move, finding himself stuck on the ground. Should he save them...but how could so many images project themself upon them without being real. How could they have found him?
No. They weren't real. They were merely illusions that brought back torture from the past. Brisa appeared, gently smiling with soft lips. Whispers and voices from his past began filling his ears, and at last the trance was broken when the voice of the figure spoke out. Thank gods, they were beginning to drive the warrior mad. "Good evening Miss. I believe you saw images of your own on these walls", referring to the strange forms shaped upon the stone, created by the water.
"I am Arrane, from the Windtossed Foothills", he offered, finding the mare, at last seeing her taut figure in the faint light, the ivory stallion kept his distance, yet was still besides her, staring fowards into the water fall as she was. The silence filled between them, wondering if she would reply to him.
Exiting to the right, away from the way he entered into the god's cavern, Arrane found himself upon a new room. His smile beamed, his grim mask was transformed into one of a jovial aura. There stood ethereal water fall, glinting slightly in the light cast off from the stars. The place was dark, but the gurgle of water drew him closer, to be exposed to the night sky with an opening in the cavern. Stars twinkled above, and yet he caught the scent of another, immersed in the darkness with him.
The smell wafted to his nostrils, and Arrane glanced with curiousity. Should he move towards it? But then reflections started dancing upon the walls, and images began playing before him. A stark ebony mare flashed before him, emerald eyes glancing momentarily as she grimaced at him. His sisters, Laila and Willowe appeared on the scene, screaming for help, beckoning him fowards in the water. Frozen in place, Arrane was unable to move, finding himself stuck on the ground. Should he save them...but how could so many images project themself upon them without being real. How could they have found him?
No. They weren't real. They were merely illusions that brought back torture from the past. Brisa appeared, gently smiling with soft lips. Whispers and voices from his past began filling his ears, and at last the trance was broken when the voice of the figure spoke out. Thank gods, they were beginning to drive the warrior mad. "Good evening Miss. I believe you saw images of your own on these walls", referring to the strange forms shaped upon the stone, created by the water.
"I am Arrane, from the Windtossed Foothills", he offered, finding the mare, at last seeing her taut figure in the faint light, the ivory stallion kept his distance, yet was still besides her, staring fowards into the water fall as she was. The silence filled between them, wondering if she would reply to him.
