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11-17-2015, 07:56 PM
the tempest of an unrelenting sea
She rested, bobbing with the currents, above the sandy floor in a mound of camouflaged beige and electric aqua. Gill slits softly flapped open and close in her gorged slumber— she had feasted on the fish here in ‘Helovia.’ There were so many, and they were so healthy. These were not the puny, disease-ridden morsels of the Rift. No, these were succulently plump fish that overflowed from her scaled lips.
A particularly delicious, yellow varietal nibbled dangerously close to her folded forelegs. One overlarge, teal-and-yellow eye pooped open to instantly focus on the fish. In a quick strike and a small plume of murky red, the finned creature was no more.
In fluid, weightless movements she rose and walked along the bottom. Slowly it rose as she approached the shallows, webbed feet digging against the bottom in puffs of sand as she resisted the currents that wished to take her out to sea. But she had spent enough time along the bottom. It was time to discover the Isles while they were free of the Tigress.
A pang of guilt accompanied a flare of fury. Her herd, family, and culture were left behind in the Rift. A snarl curled her lips as she broke the surface of the sea, rising from the waves. The goddess had destroyed her culture. She had been sent to find a way to save them. Yet here she was, safe in the balmy splendor of ‘Helovia.’
But, from what she had seen, there was no going back to the Rift. These gods here had sealed the realm shut with gods blood. She stalked further out of the waves, taking in the shore as she thought these poisonous ideas.
Then, snarl fading, she froze at the sight of a tall winged equine. Winged creatures were predators in Aquila’s world. Especially one such as this: large and marked with a skull of death. Scaled ears tilt backwards as her head lowered, oversized eyes unblinkingly trained on the pegasus.
Helovia had been safer than the Rift, by far. Even with the god battle. But old habits died hard— especially those of survival. The militant mare watched and waited from the waves, assessing the threat of the painted wings and metallic dragon.
A particularly delicious, yellow varietal nibbled dangerously close to her folded forelegs. One overlarge, teal-and-yellow eye pooped open to instantly focus on the fish. In a quick strike and a small plume of murky red, the finned creature was no more.
In fluid, weightless movements she rose and walked along the bottom. Slowly it rose as she approached the shallows, webbed feet digging against the bottom in puffs of sand as she resisted the currents that wished to take her out to sea. But she had spent enough time along the bottom. It was time to discover the Isles while they were free of the Tigress.
A pang of guilt accompanied a flare of fury. Her herd, family, and culture were left behind in the Rift. A snarl curled her lips as she broke the surface of the sea, rising from the waves. The goddess had destroyed her culture. She had been sent to find a way to save them. Yet here she was, safe in the balmy splendor of ‘Helovia.’
But, from what she had seen, there was no going back to the Rift. These gods here had sealed the realm shut with gods blood. She stalked further out of the waves, taking in the shore as she thought these poisonous ideas.
Then, snarl fading, she froze at the sight of a tall winged equine. Winged creatures were predators in Aquila’s world. Especially one such as this: large and marked with a skull of death. Scaled ears tilt backwards as her head lowered, oversized eyes unblinkingly trained on the pegasus.
Helovia had been safer than the Rift, by far. Even with the god battle. But old habits died hard— especially those of survival. The militant mare watched and waited from the waves, assessing the threat of the painted wings and metallic dragon.
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