The Earth Remembers

the Rift

[PRIVATE] The Earth Remembers

Erthë Posts: 440

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5

Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Chan

02-06-2017, 03:49 PM

You're so cold but you feel alive

It took a while before she realized that the sighing on the wind was meant for her. Had that ever happened before? That someone should know her name, call her as if she was somehow important and place faith and trust on her?

Only once in the past could she recall having been summoned, and considering what had transpired that time, perhaps she could be forgiven for hesitating as she looked up from her grazing, straining to find the source of the voice. Memories of fear and pain lingered on her tongue as she took one hesitant step forward, grief and loss still near in her mind as she recalled where the path of such a summons had led her before. But once that first step had been taken, it never really occurred to her that she could refrain from heeding the whisperer.

Bravery or naivety bid her to press on, curiosity pulling her along; it may not have been wise to go where she was called, but then Erthë had never claimed to be so either.

Limping along as best she could, she entered the clearing with ears pricked and eyes full of questions, awed yet not entirely relaxed as she laid eyes upon the lovely creature before her. The light that shone down upon it was so pure as to be almost painful; try as she might she could not gaze directly at the doe for very long. It reminded her painfully of the illusion once seen in a bramble thicket, sweet and pleading in the face of those who would destroy it. Were they related? Was this too an illusion, waiting to spring a trap of thorny vines and pulsating darkness upon her?

"Yes?" she said, wary behind a mask of calm. "I am Erthë. Who calls?"

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