| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Silence was a song sung loudly in the caverns. It burrowed into every crack and chasm, carved stillness into the rusting walls and wound reticent fingers through the moss and lichen. It was pervading, permeating in its deathly intensity, and not at all a calming omnipresence. Yet every once in a while, low and gentle notes would stir the quiet from its roost; the harmony of dripping water, the slow and haunting refrain of a stagnating breeze as it dragged discord through the tunnels, inelegantly, as a prisoner might run a spoon across the bars of his cell.
It was not beyond the stretch of the imagination to believe that the tunnels were haunted; that one should tread carefully lest there be some nefandous creature lying in wait at every bend in the passage. The sound of Roland’s footsteps were jarring, echoing off the damp walls and bouncing down the throat of the cave. Darkness stretched its arms out towards the Impersonator, curling round on either side of him as he slunk forwards, uncharacteristically audacious.
It had taken many dreary, darkened days for him to gather the courage to explore. With his wraith encounter still fresh in his mind, and an unhealthy time spent in speculation while trapped underground, he was wary of straying out of the sight of his herd. Strange, how he had once been so repulsed by them and the racism that knit their family together, and now he hardly dared to leave their sides. But there was only so much time one could remain stationary, tethered to security and sanctuary, under the watchful eyes of those much braver than he. And so he wandered.
If the white noise of his own breathing hadn’t drowned out the sound of his heartbeat, he wouldn’t have been surprised to hear it thumping dully amongst the listless silence and near-reticent trickle of murky water. He began to believe himself lost, shoulders bumping against hard rock and damp, sun starved foliage, until the hall opened suddenly into a vast room. Cool air brushed against his sides, carrying the earthen scents of life and foliage, though the image that met his gaze was far different than what he might have expected to find.
The sound of running water filled his ears, as vibrant a music as any to one who has spent countless hours smothered by featureless stone and furtive shadows. A stream cut through the grass, pale light glancing off its surface. The whole cave pulsed with phosphorescence. Roland stepped gingerly into its midst, footsteps smothered by a cushion of moss. Vines stretched their starlit arms down from the ceiling, draped over the arms of laden trees and waving in the torpid breeze. He took one look at the waterfall beyond the trees and thought, for the first time, that maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all.
For @[Lena]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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