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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
Gracile pillars moved with ease beneath her peppered form as Cassiopeia ambled across the desert terrain, each movement executed with marvelous control. Vibrant cyan eyes gazed out across the vast expanse of russet stone and gilded sand, each hoof fall orchestrating a subtle clap of thunder - the faintest of comparisons. Rivulets of liquid sunlight drenched her roan anatomy, bathing her svelte bodice in a dulcet glimmer as beads of perspiration pushed past her thick hide. A thin, livid film had effervesced within the furrows of her chest, her achromatic hide marred with dark patches of sweat.
Despite the discomfort she felt, it would do well not to be so apathetic to the warmth of the sun; to refrain from blaspheming the instrument of the deity who had granted her the powers of foreseeing she now wielded. The title of Oracle entailed that she retained the right to an audience with the mighty God of light and fire: that she must simply call upon his majestic presence in the wake of his symbolically burning flame. And so it was during the peak of daylight - the hottest, most treacherous time of the day - that she had resolved to request his appearance. Such was the ideal time for a god who drew his powers from luminance and heat, and so it seemed ideal that she make the trek then - no sooner; no later.
When her eyes finally graced the ethereal blaze, she knew at once she had reached her destination: the shrine of the Sun God. The ignition remained ultimately unfazed by what little vexatiousness was wrought by the gentle wind, it's pyretic conformation beholding a certain, nonpareil beauty. No other fire could hold a candle to such an anomaly. There was no doubt within her that such a manifestation had been crafted with divine finesse; no mere terrestrial combustion had created such a blazing pillar.
The roan dame had never been an excessively religious sort. She had praised the Goddess of the Moon for most of her life, and yet found no true solace in any of the immortals. She admired them all separately for their trades, each of them possessing differing characteristics which enticed the mortals to worship them. Cassiopeia, however, had chosen a path less spiritual. She reveled in being in control of her own life, putting no abundance of faith in any one deity. She preferred it that way, though things were beginning to change.
Her new rank would necessitate farther involvement in their heavenly affairs, but she did not shy at the thought. She could handle the responsibility. She had grown since her initial trial, in both body and in mind. She possessed new responsibilities, both maternal and paramour. But she was not overwhelmed. Cassiopeia was a calm, gentle individual, equipped with knowledge and inspiring wisdom perhaps beyond her years. Regardless, she couldn't fight back the pang of anxiousness that swarmed her psyche. In a way, it humbled her. The celestial dame was lowered to her knees, peering up at the licking flames. For what felt like the first time in a long time, her mouth was dry, the words hardly malleable.
"Sun God, hear me out. I come to seek your wisdom."
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless |
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I'll never see any side of heaven
I'll walk for miles through a blazin' hell
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The fire she stares into begins to grow, blazing forth toward Cassieopeia's face with sudden ferocity at her words. However, even if the flames were to touch the Oracle, she would be met with no injury. Instead, the flames might feel only a pleasant warmth, not the burning inferno that the Sun God's recent actions might make her fear. Like a ray of sunlight, the flames stretch out, familiarizing themselves with this mare. The power she holds is the same power within them, guided by the light of the Sun.
A beam of light shoots upward from the fires, and suddenly a figure appears. He is tall, lithe, his body stretching toward the sky in an expanse of lavish gold. His mane, like liquid sunlight, drips with strange luminescence. His head, crowned with the graceful horns of an antelope, is tilted curiously to the side, burning golden eyes peering at the dark colored mare with interested.
Cassiopeia. She is bedecked with stars, yet calls upon the Sun for wisdom. The God found this to be very intriguing.
Gracefully, the God steps forth from the flames, bringing himself close enough to the pegasus for a soft wing of god to brush against her body. He makes a quick circle before falling in place beside his sacred fire, straightening his neck and looking at her with an unreadable expression dripping with charm. "What is it that you wish to know, Oracle?"
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
08-14-2012, 01:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-14-2012, 01:56 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
A sort of panic engulfed her as the fire grew with luminous intensity, the flames reaching out toward her dark face. The blaze just barely licked the silken hairs, enough that they would have surely went ablaze. However, quite surprisingly, it was not nearly as hot as one might expect, diffusing the capillary nerves that occupied her skin with a subtle warmth. Still, she pulled away, her slender limbs conveying her back a few meager steps. Instead of evading their flickering conformations, they surrounded her as if in welcome, the nature of their igneous plumes rather contradictory of their usual abrasive characteristics.
She craned her head to peer toward her bosom, the curvature of her nape bending with supple ease into a more convex arch. Studying the thin, saffron-accented flames, she felt a smile tilt the corners her lips upward, admiring. Soon enough they dissipated, aerosolized into the humid atmosphere, making way for a beam of radiant sunlight. She gazed wonderfully at the slender pillar, which soon became the lithe, gilded form of the god of light and fire - a spectacular sight, indeed. With a humble dip of her head, she supplied an answer to her superior's inquiry. "Mighty Sun God, I wish to know more about this land, so I may help protect my fellow herdmates." With her head lowered a bit farther than usual in respect, she continued. "I wish to know the lore and history of Helovia."
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless |
| Admin |
I'll never see any side of heaven
I'll walk for miles through a blazin' hell
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The Oracle's fire had long since been ignored, and the Sun God found that he was not angered to be summoned again. This mare needed his council, and he was pleased that it was he who was summoned. As his golden orbs scrutinized her reactions, flames rolled off of his lithe figure in subtle, hypnotic waves. Wings curled closely into his sides, the feathers whispering and shivering in a breeze that did not exist along with thick tendrils of creamy mane.
She did not cower, but arched her elegant neck in a respectful bow. The God simply nodded his slender, handsome face in return, tossing spurts of flame into the sand. A brow raised on his luxurious golden hide as the God listened to her request. The Lore of Helovia? That would take ages... multiple lifetimes... HIS lifetime. A small, patient smirk curved his lips, and he let out a great sigh, a hot, gust of wind whistling past her ebony tresses.
"Ages I can speak of, and yet nothing of importance will rise from my words," he replied cryptically, his voice distant and thoughtful. "Your question is too broad, but I shall offer you something from a recent past, before your arrival." The Sun God closed his eyes of liquid gold and the Oracle's flame erupted into a wall of burning fire. Within an instant, the fire created a circle around the God and the Oracle, trapping them in a comforting, harmless heat.
Images began to dance in the flames, visible only to the Oracle's eyes. "Those who once lived here murdered each other to the last. Two equine lords of the Foothills and the Throat fought for the rights of Helovia. Their entire herds, mares and foals included, battled in a fruitless game of blood and bone. Your kind, though nomadic noncombatants watched as Helovia was destroyed around you. In a final effort to please the gods, you dragged the bodies of the fallen warriors to the Spectral Marsh where many of their souls still remain, trapped."
The images of the war and the subsequent burials were graphic and disturbing, red fire leaking from bodies in symbolic blood. "The unicorns hid among their trees in what you now call the Edge. Many became one with the mist, wraiths whose souls now belong to my sister. A few, namely Hellena, have remained - ancient relics of an age far gone." The Sun God paused and leveled a serious glance at the roaned Oracle.
"If there is one thing you can be sure of, it is that history repeats itself. Nothing is consequential. "
The wall of flame dissipated instantly, returning once more to the single pillar that would forever burn, and the Sun God's helpfulness was waning. Irritation at being in this plane of existence was growing apparent, and he grunted once to punctuate his impatience. "Is that all?"
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
08-30-2012, 04:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-30-2012, 04:27 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
Soft, heeding eyes became transfixed upon the wall of molten flame that had been sculpted from the proverbial hands of the Sun God's limitless, conquering power. A canvas of pyretic plumes danced all around them, traveling with the intent of eventually fully encompassing the pair. Soon enough they were enclosed within the conduit of a warm, blazing ignition as a visual projection of moments in time long gone broadcasted on the orbital plane.
The horses she observed, these mortal individuals, were all likely gone, lost as all things eventually are in the vast annals of history. Their actions were enacting once again before her very eyes, though nothing more than a play of light and vivid mimicking of the true thing. The true physical vessels of their aliveness perhaps no longer existed within this brief level of existence: the physical world - indeed this life is brief in comparison to the life of the ancient being that stood beside her. Certainly the philosophical maiden believed in such a thing as life succeeding death, but she found it profitable to not dwell on such junctures. It drew one's attention away from what mattered most - what was happening now.
The images - oh how they were brutal. These manifestations spoke to her bones in an intimate way, difficult to describe with mere words. Among their faces she saw not strange beings of a time now gone and insignificant. Instead she gazed upon them with remorse and pity, her fervent, soulful specs peering into their own, drinking in the sorrow and hatred that shrouded their entire entity - these creatures that may have well been her family, her mother, her lover, her children. Within their eyes, she saw no difference.
War is brutal. War never changes.
With a furrowed brow - not out of disgust or scrutiny, but in complete, unadulterated rapture; empathy, and at the same time, apathy - she continued to watch, the Sun God's voice never falling upon deaf ears. She could practically hear their cries, all wrought with differing ascendants and elicitation, some entrenched with terror - a shrill dismaying apprehension - some tempestuous and drenched in rage, and others a chilly, mournful vociferation. What a chaotic cacophony of emotion. What an aura it diffused within her.
Why did this affect her so? It was not as though her eyes were virgin such things. She had witness similar events, in similar scenarios. Truthfully, she was never prepared to absorb such things. Her heart remained ever pure, as she was constantly surprised by. How such a pristine thing could exist in a mind tainted with all the hatred and darkness of bloody pasts and malign visions, and yet remain so wholly unspoiled, never failed to astonish even her.
She found herself reluctant to visit the Spectral Marsh, now. Her hunched hesitation had evolved into an acute disdain. Would she find these bodies when the time came for her to fulfill her quest? She dreaded that possibility. The atrociousness of the images deadened, soon contorting to represent the alleged home of the unicorns - the World's Edge, he verified. Suddenly, she recalled what Kri had insisted of her: that she gain knowledge of the actual motives of the ones who reside in that misty realm.
If there is one thing you can be sure of, it is that history repeats itself. Her eyes met his then as the wall of fire disintegrated, perishing into thin air. Nothing is consequential. His words haunted her with obstinate determination. Not a word had been uttered from her lips for some time, and she found that as she sought to induce speech once again, her tongue had grown a bit dry. "How," she began. "How can we avoid this same fate?" Her voice was thickly allocated with a humbled quiescence, yet she intently awaited his answer. She thought she already knew what he might saw. You cannot. She thought.
Is that all. She was somewhat offended by the brusqueness of his tone, but did she have any right to feel that way? Perhaps. She was an Oracle, and she possessed the right to his audience, but then again she had little control over the resolve of a powerful, immortal, all-knowing being. "No." She shook her head while looking down at the aureate sand below her, as if disappointed, exhaling softly. "I wish for you to reveal to me the motives of the frost king, Mauja - what darkness lingers within his heart?"
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless |
| Admin |
I'll never see any side of heaven
I'll walk for miles through a blazin' hell
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The God of the Sun raised a brow as she struggled to ask how they can avoid such a future, and he laughed harshly, shaking his head in amusement. What a naive little creature - beautiful, but naive. Fire continued to drop from his cream-colored mane, and his golden eyes bored heavily into her own with a haughty stare, amusement evident in the light flecks. "Change the basic, evolutionary need and desire for every single being upon this continent," he snorted. "You mortals have this driving need to get along only with what you know, and the drive to make sure that you and yours are better off than the next group will ensure your survival."
He turned his head to the side, his expression curious. "Though I suppose if one were to eliminate all threats, the need for violence would significantly decrease..." he muttered, more to himself than anything else. "Though that will never happen. Already unrest is growing in the Foothills. Survival instincts are powerful."
He asked rather shortly if that was all that she wanted to know, but it was not. The stallion, though he could have turned her away at any moment, stayed. Not often had any asked for his opinion on the truths of this land, and he appreciated a chance to speak his peace. "Honest darkness," he replied rather cryptically. "The Edge remains unicorn for another reason than just the desire to be among their own kind," he replied. "The King is prejudiced against other species, though he would not be as stern about such rules without the stern voices of others within the herd." The Sun God looked at her closely. "However, I caution you on this information. Often, what is unspoken is left unspoken out of kindness, regardless of inner feelings."
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
09-11-2012, 02:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2012, 02:14 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
Perhaps it had sounded naive of her to ask such a question, when the answer was already so clear. She had seen this happen before - lands ravaged in the march of warriors, evoked by the wrath of kings and tyrants alike. Yet she could not bare to witness such carnage be unleashed upon Helovia in her lifetime. She looked toward him, watching him cryptically. Already unrest is growing. She flicked an ear toward him. "Are you implying that war will be upon us soon?" It had been a vague implication at that, but it piqued her interest, none the less.
Then she spoke once again, attempting her quench her curiosity. Honest darkness. She furrowed a brow thoughtfully, listening intently as his words continued. The Edge remains unicorn for another reason than just the desire to be among their own kind. She thought back to the time when the FrostHeart had joined her and her daughter in the Frostbreath Steppe. She found herself pondering what dark impulses might have been lingering just beneath his warm exterior, disguised behind a facade of acceptance. She snorted quietly. "Do they pose any imminent threat to the safety of our home? -to my herd mates?"
His voice assumed a slightly more critical tone, as if emphasizing the significance of his succeeding words. She nodded, for she did cherish this stallion's advice. It would be foolish not to heed the wisdom of a god.
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