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12-12-2015, 05:38 AM
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Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars The gentle smile on his pale lips, born out of pride for Erthë, this pale, spectral filly who wanted to follow in the moons misted footsteps — is quickly silenced by the appearance of the bearded stallion that comes into view, in it's stead is a mild look of uncertainty blooms. His quad crowned head lifted from it's neutral position in order to better look at the rabicano stud, and his prehensile tail moved in once gracious movement to rest around his hocks. There had been relative peace in the herds meeting, congratulations and gracious acceptance of roles being given and changed. Was this the beginning of a conflict? It seemed so, with the bearded ones words filling his ears, invisible brows rose. A dethroned King stood before them, unflinching in the shadow of the new one. Issuing a challenge to Tembovu to decree vocally he was stripped, and elect another in his place. It seemed that his Dark Lady had a wonderful sense of timing, for she breathed herself into being before the Elephant King to reply. She is every ounce as beautiful as the gleaming orb that hangs against the night tapestry. Made from the very shadows many sought sanctuary in, ever step her delicately woven body takes speaks volumes of the power she wields. She needs not the mighty height and girth of warriors and stallions, she could present herself as a filly to the fold, and all would know her might instinctively. He bowed once he realized he hadn't done so immediately, front right leg extended out in front of him — long silver strands and elegant braids pool around the misted grasses while the diamonds entwined sparkle like starlight proudly in her presence. Moon filled eyes remain on her lavender figure as she addresses the once-king and would be king. She puts them in place and makes her will heard. Tembovu is King, and Elsa is Queen and he spares the new monarch a congratulatory glance when the blackened mists bless her, she would make a fine Queen in the Lady Moon's realm. Hardened, strong willed and filled with the Moon's admiration. Then the blackened mist is upon him, as well as her silver gaze. Humbled and reverent under it, honor fills his heart as she proclaims him Seer in her misted realm. The silent halls of his heart and body are filled, her mists pour into the alabaster temple, illuminating it once more as the silence is broken by her voice. It is music that echos and whispers through the columns, like chimes singing for the wind. It had been empty and cold since the white lady's voice had gone cold and silent, and now he had been found worthy to again be a host for her divine will. He has a purpose again, and he is found worthy to continue to hold her mantle high upon his brow. "You honor me with the duty, my lady. I will bring your will and voice to those that have need of it." Voice reverant and filled with admiration, he rose in time to catch Tembovu's nod and he returns it. His gaze then shifted to the once-king, would he accept the words of the Goddess? Would he accept the position now being offered to him by Tembovu? Alune's thoughts are swept away by the sight of Erthë when he moved his gaze to her. Caught up in the majesty of the moonlight made flesh before them, a mirth filled smile brightens his features. She is as awestruck as he had been when he first gazed upon her magnificence, all those years ago. It never got old, each time she appeared, whether her incarnation was the light or the darkness that she governed — the awe crashed like waves on the mind and spirit once more. The flower is offered and he smiled, his own prehensile tail flickered idly in the sea breeze. The seer is proud to have her as his apprentice, tenfold has the feeling rose as he watched her in the Moon's presence. She would make a fine philosopher, an even better sage in her maturity and when he is recalled to the night realm of his Goddess — he is confident in his foresight that she would be the perfect Seer to walk in his footsteps. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Notes;; "talk talk talk" |
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"I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,
And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon."
force & violence permitted on Alune at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
