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She watched with a hungry gaze as the snake nipped his ear, and triggered a silvery mist which the mare had to fight very hard not to sniff. In front of her awestruck eyes, the mist turned into eagles, which swooped like real living creatures above them. Something about them was otherwordly and wrong, and the mare supressed a shudder. For once in her life, she was awestruck. "Wow. By Cinnoru's horn, I have never seen the like." Her brain tossed and turned, trying to work out what tied the spilling of blood to the summoning of the silvery spectres. Maybe it was something in the snake's saliva...or maybe Nyx would simply have to accept that she would never discover the logic behind Helovia's magic. It just was, and that was the best explanation she could think of. He revealed he wanted to make the spirits become of flame, and the mare wondered how move havoc he could create with eagles that left infernos in their wake. Then he made her an offer - to go and see the Sun God herself. Her eyes lit up with a greedy fire, mingled with a decent amount of fear at the idea of meeting such a great diety. Meeting him would force her to conclude that he was real, and that would shatter the beliefs she had gathered over seven years of life. "I would like that. What else can he do? Can he alter the weather?" She thought of her beloved storms, of a god who could summon them at will, as Nyx used to be able to. If he could do that, control the light in the clouds to bring the thunder, then the iron lady would worship him. She refused to believe he existed until she saw him with her own eyes, but when and if she did, she would bend the knee at his altar and swear allegiance, for any who could control the storm were mighty enough for Nyx to pledge herself to. She worshipped nature's wrath, followed it like a loyal dog, and any who could harness its energy would earn the steel soldier's everlasting devotion. The snake reared up, and Nyx fought the urge to flinch. The venom dripped in lethal strings from the beast's fangs, and the mare flickered an ear in Gaucho's direction as he revealed Mara could both poison and paralyze. Remind me never to get on her bad side, mused the grey lady. "Can she kill?" she asked bluntly. There was a world of difference between poison which caused pain but not death, and poison which was unsurvivable. If Mara's fangs contained the latter, then she would be a dangerous enemy to make - if she wasn't already. |
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[OPEN] The World
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12-20-2013, 07:05 PM
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RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-19-2013, 06:57 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-19-2013, 07:21 PM
RE: The World - by Archibald - 12-19-2013, 08:15 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-19-2013, 09:04 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-19-2013, 09:23 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-20-2013, 12:14 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-20-2013, 01:00 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-20-2013, 07:05 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-23-2013, 02:03 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-26-2013, 09:01 PM
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