fated, faithful, fatal

[OPEN] fated, faithful, fatal

Rikyn the Puppeteer Posts: 549

Aurora Basin Lord atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 4 HP: 70 | Buff: SWIFT

Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie

02-08-2016, 01:37 PM (This post was last modified: 03-07-2016, 10:16 AM by Rikyn.)

Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar.

The summer heat that had stifled the air the last I was here was now a crisp and thin thing, cold, and pleasantly combated by the high sun beating through leaves to touch upon the black velvet of my back. Still, no wind ripples the unchanging fabric that dangles from the stone structure alongside the still living brook, the same peculiar feeling rising within my chest as I’d felt the last time I was here returning as my golden eyes lay upon it.

The origins of it puzzle me, for even mother had no reasons for its existence, but also its strangeness; it is both eerie in a way, because it is unknown, but also highly interesting, for the same reasons. Perhaps this is why I continuously return to this place to look upon the bedazzling rainbow lights that dance along the floor of the structure, the glass above depicting nothing in particular – but good to look upon, none the less.

Bounding over the chilly path of the brook, I’m soon within the encompassing ring of the stone, the rainbow lights playing across my skin rather than the empty gray beneath my golden hooves. The sound of the water outside of the Rotunda is peaceful, the occasional chirrup of the stubborn sparrows and other birds (who denied the approaching winter every year, remaining to struggle through what other species fled) filling the song of the brook, and to this serenade I tilt a single ear, the other ever moving, seeking the sounds of hooves.

But soon, I loose track of it all, dwelling instead on the stone work, and a wonder as to why the cloth does not change, why the metals above have never tarnished or faded beneath the wear of weather and time. How, in Gods name, for instance, had falling branches and things from above not shattered the glass? Whose God tended this place, and if not a God, what?

[ OOC: <3 others are welcome to hop in if they'd like. ]

@Sjal

"Speechy speech"