Be Lifted Higher

[OPEN] Be Lifted Higher

Helovian Ancient

Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: Ageless

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#15

03-05-2016, 11:54 AM

The Goddess had no preconceived notions about what she thought Mauja would, or wouldn't choose. The stallion seemed to decline to participate in any sort of deterministic reasoning about his motives, choices, and preferences and so despite the Goddess' abilities to peer into his mind, she didn't.

It wouldn't do any good anyways.

Immortality.

A smile curved and hugged her delicate lips as the word dropped like a guillotine onto the mist-flooded rocks. It looks like their games would indeed continue. The Goddess was anxious (well, not anxious necessarily - more impatiently curious -) to see the effects that this gift would have upon him. Would he grow more apathetic? Would he view the poor leadership of those around him as merely a passing bother and distance himself from responsibility? Or would his care and concern be renewed?

"Very well." The Goddess whispered. Despite the slow swirling of the mists and the pulsing of the frost flowers, nothing happened. At least nothing obvious. Immortality wasn't a switch. It wasn't a power which surged through your veins with any sort of force or magnitude. It was more like a light, soft and pulsing, to bleed away the darkness of time.

And now Mauja was filled with it.

"Enjoy your stick-" The Goddess said unceremoniously. "-and your life."

Her body began to fade, and as it did so, the hush that had fallen around them was immediately broken. The barrier of mist seemed to pale and weaken, and whatever forces held it so statically were soundlessly shattered, allowing the voices of those lurking outside to suddenly flood forward.

"Until next time-"

Her voice was nearly as translucent as her body, though her eyes and the shit-eating grin plastered on her muzzle seemed to be more real than any other aspect of herself. Was she going to enjoy having Mauja around for all of eternity? Will he even last that long? she thought to herself wickedly, before vanishing entirely into the moonlight, leaving Mauja with his thoughts, his long-life, and his stick.