Gone Going | EARTH OR WATER

[OPEN] Gone Going | EARTH OR WATER

Rasta Posts: 305

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: six (ages in Tallsun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

Ettore :: Red-Tailed Hawk :: None Abba

#13

01-03-2015, 10:04 PM

The sound, you see, it was glorious. Perfection that rang in my ears so pleasingly. It was like a magical song of peace and joy that I wasn't sure I'd ever really heard before. A glittering sound, what I imagined light glinting off the water would look like if I could see it.

Alas, it was a few more gentle vibrations that lingered around until I felt what seemed like water loosen up the strings where one mare who smelled strongly of the Falls ran into it - but didn't stick. You see, I could feel the others stick, I could feel them falling in deeper and I could feel the frail twigs simply get caught in it. "Perhaps something sharp will cut those weaker ones… from the water maybe it was? I'm not quite sure, but I feel something… that bends more." I explained to the mare with the tree a top of her. "I am Rasta, by the way." I said, offering my name to the mare who had spoken to me.

So, carefully I move around and to the brook, shaking it once more with an earthquake until I felt the water shuffle enough to get higher. And then, with quite a few powerful kicks I shot my hind legs out, sending a spray of water out toward the webbing once more and hopefully drenching it. When I got out, I grabbed a sharper, thin rock and positioned it in my teeth before I attempted to slash at the weaker cords, hoping that it would tear apart the web and offer access to the inside without it attaching to me.

Summary: Rasta feels the way the water loosens the web's strands, suggests that they cut the weaker strands. She goes into the water, uses her earthquake magic to shake it up so that it lifts a little higher, like waves at the edge, before bucking and kicking the water out toward the webs in an attempt to drench it once more. Then, she grabs a sharp, thin rock, and tries to slice the weaker cords in order to allow access to the orb of vibrations in the middle.

Rasta

you're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and
blues - i can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you

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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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