Soul Searcher (Madyrn/Maskan)

Soul Searcher (Madyrn/Maskan)

Couth Posts: N/A

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07-08-2012, 09:31 PM

It was nothing extraordinary for Couth to be more active at night than she was during the daytime, especially when the moon was full. As the Goddess of the Moon was her deity, Couth felt herself more able to speak with the Goddess on nights when the moon's face was full, opalescent and round. She did not feel bound to the Dark Forest, not when she was a creature of the sky who could dance in the air which shimmered with moonlight. When the sun set she left the forest for a night-trip toward the North, toward the tall shape of a mountain which reached high into the sky, its peak veiled by shrouds of mist. The air would be thinner, she knew, and it would be more difficult to fly- but she was more than capable of flying at great altitudes.

She rose through the mist which surrounded her. It was completely silent at such a high level above the ground where there was nothing for her to hear but the sound of her own wingbeats. She could not tell exactly how high she was above the ground, for it had disappeared below her in the mist. She was careful, making sure to watch out for ledges and cliffs which could suddenly appear should the mountain bend in a certain way- being new to the area, she had no idea exactly how crooked the mountain was, and thus she was cautious not to fly too quickly.

Her breath was nearly stolen away when she rose above the mist and saw the flat expanse of field, dappled with little flowers. It looked as though it wasn't a part of the planet at all but a slice of ground floating in the heavens. She spiraled downwards and landed at a canter before she flared her wings and slowed to a halt. Alone and bathed in the moonlight, she faced the bright, illuminating moon and bowed low, murmuring a few quiet words in prayer before she rose, shook out her wings and folded them to her sides. Here she felt calm, but almost as though some strange passion stirred within her as she basked in the moon's light. A ticklish sensation grew along her spine and she lowered her head with a muted squeal and bucked, before she dove into a series of kicks and thrashes, whipping her ice-laced mane and snapping one hind foot out after the other, pawing at the air with her front hooves.

There was no music, but nevertheless, Couth danced and whirled, featherlight, with only the moon as her partner.