THE STORM

the Rift

[OPEN] THE STORM

Irrydae Posts: 111

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Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: Seven

paddeh

#14

07-12-2013, 03:41 PM

It was funny, how much time Irrydae could spend thinking about one horse.

Her heart would hammer and she lost that oh-so-calm demeanor she has so perfectly sculpted over years of her life. It was something her mother had forced upon her, to be exact. Though before, Irrydae had used it for secrecy rather than what she used it for now: her position of the Storyteller. The star speckled mare was set on maintaing an air of maturity and wistfulness, she knew not to take her position lightly. It was one of power, and that wasn't something to be taken lightly. Irrydae would not abuse her power, as she has seen one to many times.

It was the bitter bite of winter wind that slid down her spine which snapped her out of the reverie that plagued her mind. A subtle sigh escaped her lips, eyes focusing again as she was brought back to the present. Her legs numb from the snow, she grudgingly moved onward, solid hooves crunching in the snow with her light, balanced footfalls. The end of her tail dragged slightly on top of the sparkling white snow, as if covered in diamonds.

Irrydae did not know where she was going- she had no immediate goal or destination. But she could not stay in the Foothills. Certainly, Evers was there, and she knew she would end up running across him. It was inevitable. She felt too.. cowardly, too nervous to talk to him again like she had that night in the Heavenly Fields.

Irry was barely aware that her legs were still moving fluidly under her as her mind, as usual recently, drifted to Evers once again. It made her wary to be so blatantly unaware and unfocused, and it was if she had no choice against it. She shook her crania, mane cascading in waves down her neck as her golden orbs focused, drifting to the darkening sky. Plain confusion crossed her face, it should not be even close to night yet. Purple ears tilting forward as the wind started to pick, as did her pace. Sturdy hooves were placed carefully in the snow as she approached quietly, but there was no need for that. The wind was now howling so loud it hurt her ears, and she strained herself to move forward, wings pressed tightly against her ribcage. Then there was a point where she could not physically go any further, no matter how hard she pushed her legs, muscles rippling under her skin from the strain. Her face was once again a calm mask, eyes watching the giant tear in front of here. It was then, she saw the four Gods. Worry instantly shook through her figure, lips turning down slightly.

One by one, the gods disappeared before returning. Worry turned to sadness as she watched the gentle Earth God disappear into the rift. Irrydae wanted to run over there, but she knew she couldn't, something forcibly holding her back, and that it would be of no use. The Gods knew exactly what needed to be done, and it was not her job to judge their decisions. Pain rang through her heart as the Time God slipped into the tear and the wind stopped. Irrydae nearly fell on her face as she stumbled forward, the invisible force no longer holding her back. Darkness surrounded them, pressing tight against her form. Her mouth opened to let out a gasp of horror, but no sound escaped her as fear, pain and worry ran through her bloodstream and electrified her mind. So, was this the end? Golden orbs did not waver from their stare at the spot where the four gods had disappeared.

She felt... empty. There was no explanation for how the star mare felt, besides that she did not feel whole. Her frame shook slightly, letting out one silent sob. She needed to be strong, she was always strong, but she let herself crumble for one second before pulling herself together. Irrydae was barely aware of the others that also stood staring at the empty field. A lot of time passed, and Irrydae did not notice. She was numb from everything. Her eyes did not twinkling with curiosity, but were sad, the only spot on her bodice that showed any, and all, of her emotion while small clouds of her breath plumed from her nares.

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