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09-02-2016, 02:25 PM
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Isopia Me, longing to be free, I won't let you fade away We, shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away [BEWB TABLE FOR YOU BECAUSE ILU. For @Sohalia . Iso is standing on the Helovia-side of the Dragon's Throat. Also set in some ambiguous timeline where Isopia isn't ready to fly off the handle.] How long had it been since the Mountain had been here? Seasons, she thought. Her memory was actually horrific for one who prided herself on her rationality and intellectual prowess. Oh well, for now, it didn't matter. What did matter to the demigoddess was whether the statue she had built was still standing. Her creations inside of her small clearing had lasted only because her magic was constantly upon them, reviving and updating them. But what of the stone sigul she had made for Thunderhead? Would it still be standing? Gliding, Isopia allowed her large wings to angle downwards, gracefully spiralling her massive body towards the rocky outcropping that bordered the sea. In the distance was the Dragon's Throat proper, and while she couldn't make out anyone in particular, it appeared to be flourishing with activity. Iso's large hooves touched down on the jagged rocks with a clatter. She folded her wings against her flanks and began to walk towards the statue. It looked fairly weathered (the waves surely hit this area hard, especially in Orangemoon she had no doubt), but the structure itself was still standing. Isopia's lips made a frown, but her expression was one of quite pride in her work. Her quad horned skull bobbed appreciatively. >>Good job<< Hubris trilled into her mind, landing on her wide withers and playing with the red folds of her cloak. Isopia made no response, but her lips did twitch slightly in a smile. The demigoddess' golden eyes lowered, and she noticed that there weren't many hoofprints around the statue. Hadn't Thunderhead wanted this to be a place where the WHATCH could be called upon? Either they were so efficient in their operations that the setatue hadn't been needed, or perhaps it was still the case that no one knew about the blue mare's group. Oh well. Neither mattered to the mare, who was a distant member at best. And, given the dragon on her shoulders, clearly a terrible one to boot. |
