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[OPEN] Last Sacrifice [[Viewing Thread]]

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing Yewrezz
#6

An almighty crash had drilled through her ears, shaken the ground almost so much like an earthquake that for a moment she feared that this would be the last day of the earth. But the land had not split and whatever it had been, the sounds had slowly faded, leaving only a cloud falling down with a blanket of dust over the forest; and the silence within a silence.

The tigermare stood still, looking up to the dusty sky and ringlets of smoke. Fire? She swallowed the empty feeling of her unknowings and then turned her still body into movement. With care the tigermare moved herself to a higher ground; a hill to oversee. Halfway up a screaming sound attempted to shatter the eardrums of the disciple. She cringed, but did not look back until she had reached a place to stand still and look past the vague blurs she had let in into her curious sight.

Something had descended, and it was an angel nor a god.

Or perhaps he was some kind of god, perhaps. Framed by debris, broken wood and smoke a dragon the size of a small island lay breathing loudly and bleeding in the dusty clouds. Huge and untouchable by those other than a few that could - he was dying. But if he was not divine, why would he only let those four half-holy souls be at his side; allowing them to heal and protect.

So she let herself sit in the grasses of summer on the hilltop, overlooking the scene; she lay herself down with a feeling of powerlessness agonizing her own soul. She would not interrupt whatever holy business, divine mission or godly task-force was going about and doing what the monstrous dragon quested them to while humorless minions plagued him.

Worry for the ones protecting dripped into the glitters of her eyes as she let her alabaster head rest on her front legs. She could not let go of the question why the God looked like he was dying, for were Gods not the only ones meant to be immortal? But if he was no God, why only let the daughters and the son of the Gods help? Was it simply the dragon’s way of being sure he would leave this world in peace? Or was it a distrust in those mortal; a sign to them that they were aspiring to things they didn't deserve.

The winds took the sounds from the battlefield and the answers to her question along with it as it brushed through the grasses and her long ivory mane as it caressed her cheek. Whatever the demi-gods were protecting - He is no god.


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RE: Last Sacrifice [[Viewing Thread]] - by Amaris - 03-25-2015, 06:00 AM
RE: Last Sacrifice [[Viewing Thread]] - by Ampere - 03-26-2015, 04:50 PM
RE: Last Sacrifice [[Viewing Thread]] - by Erebos - 03-28-2015, 04:41 PM
RE: Last Sacrifice [[Viewing Thread]] - by Maren - 05-17-2015, 06:02 AM

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