Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath
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08-31-2012, 09:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-31-2012, 12:49 PM by Lace.)
LACE
Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?
They ran. Hooves pounded the earth like sticks to a giant drum, accompanied by the deafening rumble from the black clouds that now ruled the night sky. He could feel the strain of muscles as they stretched and contracted, stretched and contracted once more for each leap, every movement lighting a fire beneath the silver skin that had been colored a deep steel gray by the rain. Like a curtain it fell, heavy and hard as if the seas were trying to rise upon dry land, the droplets whipping the dried soil until the topmost layer consisted of little but watery mud. It would disappear quickly, devoured by the thirsty ground and the heat that still lingered in the air during the day, but for now the downpour was too much to process, too violent to absorb. Mud and grass splashed high up along his sooty black legs, and with the white tassels whipping in the strong wind he ran, ran as if both life and soul was at stake.
By his side the dragon flapped her wings as fast as she could, small but strong and with mastery skills as she sailed the fury of the storm, easily managing to keep up with her larger companion. They laughed as they thundered forth, howling with cheer and mindless thrill when lightnings seared across the sky. They didn't care about the danger of being out in the open. They had no room for fear in their connected mind. They were one soul in two bodies, thinking as one, moving as one. They reveled in the warmth of their connection and closed out everything else, erasing both past and the future; why would they need any of that, when they could savor one another, right then and there?
But strong as they were, not even their stamina would last them forever. When shortness of breath and a pleasant ache within the muscles forced the two soaked beings to slow down, Lace found that he had no idea where he was. A hunch made him guess that they had been frolicking towards the east across the Meadow, and through the darkness and whipping rain he could just barely make out the darkness of trees up ahead.
Some shelter perhaps? he asked Fajira as she landed on his drenched back, slipping somewhat on the sleek coat. He was grateful for the bond that eased their conversation, and as she quietly agreed the stallion continued ahead, trotting at a steady pace that soon brought them up to the tree line of the forest. He hesitated for a moment. The darkness between the thick trunks was solid, and in the fury of the storm his senses weren't very reliable. He could barely see, not hear anything but the thunder and the pouring rain and wind, and all the scents that didn't wash away were thrown in disarray by the moisture.
Are you scared, silver-coat? the White teased in his mind, causing the grulla to snort sharply. She knew better than that...
If you're not scared then why hesitate? Don't worry, I'll protect you. He wouldn't admit it even if his life depended on it, but the words were reassuring. Accompanied by thunder and the amused laughter of his dragon, Lace carefully began to ease in through the outer thicket, treading carefully in the darkness that lured under the thick canopy. The stillness beneath the leaved branches was deafening compared to the fury out in the open. Here the wind was noticed only as a mumbled roar in the trees, creaking and groaning as they twitched and writhed in the night.
The rain kept falling but lost its bite after connecting with slowly yellowing leaves; it sometimes dripped slowly, sometimes cascaded down in a sudden flurry of wet leaves when a branch couldn't hold on to the weight any longer. Lace breathed slowly, feeling the scent of greenery and moist earth and slowly decomposing things; he twitched and sidestepped nervously when a bunch of sticky leaves slapped him in the face. Shuddering from the unpleasant sensation he moved on ahead, warily placing his feet on the ground, constantly feeling for roots and rocks to make sure he wouldn't stumble and break a leg. Slowly, surely, he made his way deeper into the forest, muscles tense and all senses prepared for flight should anything appear.
"blah blah blah."
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