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[OPEN] Call it survival

Bellanaris Posts: 16
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Filly :: Tribrid :: 16.1hh :: 1 :: Tallsun
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"We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly."
        -- Flemeth, Dragon Age II

Call it fate. Call it coincidence. Either one could easily describe why Bellanaris happened to be near the Heart Caves on this day, at this time, during this storm. How it came to be is anyone's guess. Perhaps it was because of her own wandering heart or perhaps some outside, unseen force placed her here. From her particular position, north of the caves, her eyes swept over the familiar forms of mamae and Hobgoblin as they stood gazing off in the distance. Bella isn't certain of what they are looking at but they don't pause for long and soon they disappear beneath the ground. Bellanaris hasn't been here before, hasn't explored this particular part of Helovia. She's walked passed it, sure, but never taken a good enough look to not be puzzled the moment her mother disappeared once again.

Honestly, what is it with mamae disappearing in ways that defy logic?

Bellanaris is frozen for a moment, green eyes glued to the spot where the two vanished - as though waiting for something to happen. Moments tick by with nothing but the wind and the rain to keep her company. Nothing changes and she admittedly begins to question her own eyes. Bella's ears remain forward as she cautiously approaches her mother's last known location, inching forward as though something terrible might pop out at any moment. Each step is high, almost bouncy from the building tension of her own anxiety; muscles stiff, cocked and fully loaded - waiting to explode. Even as she creeps closer, the entrance to the cave becoming more clear, she can't seem to relax. Her ears remain forward in curiosity but her brows are furrowed. She is hesitant but committed. Standing outside the dark hole, the yearling girl hangs in the balance between stop and go, coward and fearless.

Eventually, daring youth wins out.

Down she goes, slipping beneath the surface. The lack of rain and wind is unsurprisingly pleasant but the further into the caves she delves, the cooler the air feels. Involuntary shivers ripple through her, pricking her skin, ruffling her feathers. Bella pulls her wings in tighter, attempting to clench in any amount of heat she can before continuing forward - searching for any sign of her mother or Hobgoblin. The various rooms and hallways connect like a darkened maze, leaving the yearling lost and somewhat disoriented by the time her mother's voice bounces off the walls towards her. She pauses, eyes wide and ears erect, peering ahead of her. "Mamae?" Bella calls out, her voice slightly shaky. "Hobgoblin?" Where are you? She is certain they must still be down here, but for the life of her Bella isn't familiar with this part of Helovia and now she's a bit lost.


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Call it survival - by NPC - 05-05-2017, 09:05 PM
RE: Call it survival - by Sikeax - 05-05-2017, 10:16 PM
RE: Call it survival - by Bellanaris - 05-09-2017, 01:13 AM

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