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Anumati
March 22nd, 2012 at 4:52pm
The air was cold, but not so cold as to be intolerable. Wings
outstretched, brown feathers fluttering as she soared, Anumati
followed the small blue form of the dragon that guided her, his
knowledge of their destination invaluable to her cause. Lazulli's
generosity and patience rivaled that of his bonded, the benevolent
equine mare Gossamer, and Anumati wondered how she might somehow repay
them for their assistance in her quest for healing magic. She had been
unable to stop smiling since they had departed from the Heavenly
Fields, and the conversation and new acquaintances she had made still
played back within her thoughts. Amber eyes alight with hope and
desires of feeling whole again with that part of her she had lost on
leaving Isilme, the liver chestnut mare curved her flight path to
match that of the dragon, determined not to lose him in the misty
skies.
A volcanic island, she had been told, was to be where they were
headed, and as they approached she wondered how she had possibly
feared to have missed sight of it. The heat steamed from the top of
the volcano in thick, pluming white clouds, obscuring much of what
rested around the rim of the open top. It fogged the surrounding area,
blanketing everything in a mist that was almost warm to the touch. She
could feel it settle about her wings, dampen her coat, but it was a
welcome sensation after the chilling flight there. Their path angled
downward, closer toward the base of the great volcanic mountain, and
then slightly up its side, following a path that eventually became
clearer to the pegasus the closer they drew to it. Ahead, barely
visible through the fog and the dim light emitted from the within the
gaping mouth of the volcano, she could see something, shapes that
stood up from the rocky mountain as if standing sentinel to any who
approached.
Gently the pegasus mare alighted before them, her dark hooves
clacking against the stone as they caught and held her body while her
wings swayed a moment fully wide and then snugly tucked away. Her
windswept mane pushed back by her flight, she had an unobstructed
first look at the Veins of the Gods, and felt a sudden wave of anxiety
and insignificance. Here she was, a mere mortal being, a pegasus,
seeking the help of Gods that she barely knew of, who most likely
barely knew anything of her. They had no obligation to answer her call
let alone grant her request. Ears tipping back against her dark mane
accented in orange, she drew in a deep, unsteady breath and looked to
Lazulli. He had appeared so self assured, so confident in his own part
to play during this little venture that she forced a smile to her
face, unable to stare at his eager assistance with anything but
gratitude. "You have it?" she asked in a quiet voice, as if afraid the
Gods might already be listening. She was grateful it was he who was to
do the lighting of the coal; at least in this way there was no chance
of her backing out at the last second. It was in Lazulli's hands now.
Gossamer the Benevolent
March 22nd, 2012 at 7:16pm
Lazulli joyously weaved through the air, his metallic scales glinting
beautifully in the icy air, as crystals formed upon his eyelids from
the altitude. It was such a strange feeling, to fly through the
currents of air with an equine, as he would another dragon or
air-bound being that he swirled and bounced on currents he would
normally avoid now that he was older. The mare behind him followed and
he was oblivious to her anxiety whenever he would get to far ahead.
They arrived shortly and he alighted his glorious form upon the edge
of the sun god's altar. The mare landed not too terribly far away and
she asked him if he had the Burning Stone. He chirruped
musically(showing off since he liked this mare) and dropped the
Burning Stone from his mouth to lay upon the altar. With a flourish
only a dragon could possess, he puffed out a delicately pretty trail
of fire from his warm maw, and lit the coal well before he closed his
mouth. Pleased with his work, he turned to the fluffy wing'ed mare
and, with great effort, he showed the image of a horse bowing and the
sent the emotion of humbleness. He was about to leave when the thought
occurred to him that Gossamer would need every friend she could get in
the future. She was such a sweet thing that other horses didn't like
her. She was a mouse in a world of hunters. Here they had found
someone who was also a mouse. He thought, that he should show this
mare how to get to their herdland.
With a bounce he lifted up from his perch on the altar, lifted up, and
flew over to the mare where he landed on her head. Leaning forward, he
placed his nose upon her forehead where he expended a great amount of
energy to show her images of the way to get to the Windtossed
Foothills and added in the emotion of happiness and welcoming. When he
was done he bounced carefully from her head, taking care not to hurt
her, and tiredly flew back to his other half in his homeland.
Anumati
March 27th, 2012 at 12:14am
She thought her heart might race free from the confines of her
chest as she watched Lazulli trill a response to her question and
artfully light the small bit of coal, leaping to life with a flame
that defied the heavy mists spewing from the volcano just behind it.
Her amber eyes fixed themselves on that small flame, watching it dance
and sway above the coal, anchored to it and yet resplendent in its
whimsically free movements. Warring with the anxiety that the sight of
the lit coal ignited within, Anumati once again turned a thankful,
gracious smile on the small creature, feeling that, even if she should
somehow fail to properly get through this meeting with one of the
gods, her offering would at least have been satisfactory thanks to
him. Her thought altered as if by someone else's control, bringing
forth the image of one bowing humbly, and a second or so of blinking
confusion finally brought about the realization the sending had been
given to her by the blue dragon. The liver chestnut pegasus nodded her
head understandingly, grateful for the added suggestion to further
help her cause.
He seemed ready to go, and while some part of her wished he might
stay she resisted the urge to say so aloud. No doubt he was eager to
return to his mistress, his use here already done. Rather than take to
the skies as he leaped from the altar, he came toward her and alighted
atop her head, causing the mare to tilt her head back slightly in an
attempt to give him more room to stand. She felt rather than saw the
touch of his nose to her forehead, and once again images flooded into
her mind, these quick successive things that felt to be leading her
somewhere. It was such an odd sensation that she doubted her ability
to ever forget, and smiled when she recognized a piece of the land as
she had once seen it, from great heights soaring overhead. He was
showing her how to get to the Windtossed Foothills.
Words hardly appeared adequate to verbalize the thanks she felt
was owed to this dragon and his bonded, and so Anumati merely watched
in fascination as he drifted off into the misty sky, quickly becoming
swallowed up by the heavy cover. Realizing in that moment that she was
now alone before the altar, she turned her head and gazed at the flame
still dancing above the coal. The images Lazulli had sent her
returned, and she drew in a breath before mimicking his sending. She
closed her amber eyes briefly and bowed low before the altar. The
humble feeling he had been attempting to convey was the easiest part
for Anumati to get right, as that was all she could feel at the
prospect of meeting one with such great power that they might be
capable of bestowing new magic on mortals. Please, don't let their
efforts be in vain, she thought nervously, willing herself to do
everything properly so that the aid she had received would be for
something rather than nothing.
God of the Sun
March 27th, 2012 at 2:17am
A sensation of burning enveloped the mare. It would be a pleasant
experience, if not mildly alarming, for the white flames that licked
her body were not sizzling, but warm and comforting. Not painful, but
soothing.
Amidst the likely chaos of initially realizing she was on fire, it
might also become apparent, that the God of the Sun had appeared from
the depths of his shrine. Slender in build he appeared tall and
nimble, this antelope-esque figure enhanced by the slowly curved set
of horns that jutted from his golden skull, wreathed in pale mane that
still crackled with remnants of his burning entrance. The hides that
blanketed his strong, if lithe, frame were of a metallic sort, each
just of light from the skies, the lava, or his own fire sending a
dazzling cascade of light falling across his musculature. There was no
denying he'd birthed the copper coat of the chestnut, or the shiny,
glossy bay. The God of the Sun was impressive to behold, and slightly
difficult for the eyes to manage as he reveled in the bright and
dangerous glories of his elements. Somewhere amidst all of the
illumination, he smiled, and it only accented the way he radiated.
Molten gold composed the firm eyes that blinked around pale eyelashes
as the God of the Sun bowed his head, neck arching pridefully, to
glance down at the mousey mare that had summoned him. Her gift had
invigorated him. Already he viewed her favorably, his ego easily
stroked by even the simplest of gestures, so that he nearly crooned
when he let his golden tongue set free.
"You summon the sun of light and fire, to what end, Anumati?" Her name
was spoken knowingly, hinting that mortal affairs did not so easily
pass the eyes of the high ruling gods, but mostly it was a sign of
honor to be fully addressed when most are ignored or insulted.
Anumati
March 27th, 2012 at 10:23pm
It started at her hooves, a warmth that seeped well into her being
and alleviated her worries, quieting her fretful thoughts the further
it traveled up her body. It was such an odd sensation that she opened
her eyes and peered down at her hooves, only to realize in wide eyed
panic that they were aglow with white flames. Anumati's heart
skittered in her chest at the sight and her body froze in place, too
frightened even to move. But the fear was short lived. The white fire,
though terrifying to know coursed across her body, fought against the
anxiety, and as it did so it allowed her mind to wrap around the fact
she wasn't in danger, nor was she feeling any pain. Instead, she was
calmed, at peace, and more than a little fascinated by the flames that
were crawling across her skin, filling her with a warmth that
completely obliterated any lingering chill from her flight to get here
and reduced the nervousness she harbored over this meeting.
Somewhere in her distraction the god had appeared, and her
attention drew away from the flames enveloping her to the bright glow
he emitted that completely dwarfed the quiet light of her fire. Her
jaw fell slightly open as she realized he was there, meeting his
beaming, smiling face with an awestruck look. It hurt her eyes to
stare at him directly and she needed to squint, but still she stared,
listening as he addressed her by name--He knows my name!--and asked of
her intent.
Any flowery, god-worthy answers she might have been considering
had fled from her mind, as well as the simple capability to formulate
proper sentences. She gaped, struggling for words, and had to take a
moment to remember herself and collect her thoughts. As if fearing her
boldness in looking directly on him might be misconstrued into an
offense, she quickly lowered her head into another bow, and found it
easier to locate her voice enough to use it. "I-I seek healing magic,"
she answered swiftly, before she could lose her nerve. "I had it once,
back in Isilme," she stated, worrying for a brief moment if this god
would even know where that was but continuing anyway, "but I lost it
when I left with the others." She could feel her voice shrinking,
losing her will and feeling the beginnings of doubt creep up around
her. She focused on the flames, on their quiet reassurance, and forced
herself to speak again, one more time. "I feel incomplete without it.
I'd do anything to get it back." Too late, she heard her own words,
her willingness to risk anything to get her magic, and felt a sliver
of dread. "I just want to help," she added in a soft, almost whispered
plea, a worried frown settling about her averted face while she gave
herself over to the warm flames, seeking comfort in their embrace.
God of the Sun
April 18th, 2012 at 11:48am »
The girl was startled, like a maiden blushing in front of her suitor.
The God tilted a graceful head and watched her, a knowing smile placed
on his illuminated lips. Her words had fled her mind, but the Sun God
waited patiently, liquid gold eyes dancing with amusement around his
black pupils as he watched her. The flurry of emotions dancing across
her starstruck face. She was right to be in awe of such a creature.
An luminescent liquid began to drip from his mane, glittering as it
pooled strangely on the floor. An innate light emerged from it,
enhancing the brightness upon which the stallion stood. He seemed to
be one fluid form, not completely firm, though the musculature of his
lithe frame would leave you unable to question his strength. Instead
of inconsistent, the God seemed rather untouchable, as though you
could never quite catch him.
Finally, her words stuttered out, and the God smiled warmly, light
peeking out of the creases of his lips. "I know nothing of your
Isilme, Anumati," he says frankly, but his voice does not seem harsh.
Instead, it is a gentle tug. "But you are an honest girl." A smile
once more, trying to capture her attention. "In order for me to give
you the healing power you seek, I would have you complete a task for
me," a coo from the God's lips, charming. "I need two elements, aside
from the light and fire I hold, to give you these abilities - water
and earth, which breed life. I need the purest water from the
Foothills and one leaf from the great forest in the World's Edge."
Suddenly, in a burst of light, two vials attached by delicate chains
hover before Anumati. "One element per vial. Bring me these things,
but be wary of the Edge. They do not look kindly upon your species.
March 22nd, 2012 at 4:52pm
The air was cold, but not so cold as to be intolerable. Wings
outstretched, brown feathers fluttering as she soared, Anumati
followed the small blue form of the dragon that guided her, his
knowledge of their destination invaluable to her cause. Lazulli's
generosity and patience rivaled that of his bonded, the benevolent
equine mare Gossamer, and Anumati wondered how she might somehow repay
them for their assistance in her quest for healing magic. She had been
unable to stop smiling since they had departed from the Heavenly
Fields, and the conversation and new acquaintances she had made still
played back within her thoughts. Amber eyes alight with hope and
desires of feeling whole again with that part of her she had lost on
leaving Isilme, the liver chestnut mare curved her flight path to
match that of the dragon, determined not to lose him in the misty
skies.
A volcanic island, she had been told, was to be where they were
headed, and as they approached she wondered how she had possibly
feared to have missed sight of it. The heat steamed from the top of
the volcano in thick, pluming white clouds, obscuring much of what
rested around the rim of the open top. It fogged the surrounding area,
blanketing everything in a mist that was almost warm to the touch. She
could feel it settle about her wings, dampen her coat, but it was a
welcome sensation after the chilling flight there. Their path angled
downward, closer toward the base of the great volcanic mountain, and
then slightly up its side, following a path that eventually became
clearer to the pegasus the closer they drew to it. Ahead, barely
visible through the fog and the dim light emitted from the within the
gaping mouth of the volcano, she could see something, shapes that
stood up from the rocky mountain as if standing sentinel to any who
approached.
Gently the pegasus mare alighted before them, her dark hooves
clacking against the stone as they caught and held her body while her
wings swayed a moment fully wide and then snugly tucked away. Her
windswept mane pushed back by her flight, she had an unobstructed
first look at the Veins of the Gods, and felt a sudden wave of anxiety
and insignificance. Here she was, a mere mortal being, a pegasus,
seeking the help of Gods that she barely knew of, who most likely
barely knew anything of her. They had no obligation to answer her call
let alone grant her request. Ears tipping back against her dark mane
accented in orange, she drew in a deep, unsteady breath and looked to
Lazulli. He had appeared so self assured, so confident in his own part
to play during this little venture that she forced a smile to her
face, unable to stare at his eager assistance with anything but
gratitude. "You have it?" she asked in a quiet voice, as if afraid the
Gods might already be listening. She was grateful it was he who was to
do the lighting of the coal; at least in this way there was no chance
of her backing out at the last second. It was in Lazulli's hands now.
Gossamer the Benevolent
March 22nd, 2012 at 7:16pm
Lazulli joyously weaved through the air, his metallic scales glinting
beautifully in the icy air, as crystals formed upon his eyelids from
the altitude. It was such a strange feeling, to fly through the
currents of air with an equine, as he would another dragon or
air-bound being that he swirled and bounced on currents he would
normally avoid now that he was older. The mare behind him followed and
he was oblivious to her anxiety whenever he would get to far ahead.
They arrived shortly and he alighted his glorious form upon the edge
of the sun god's altar. The mare landed not too terribly far away and
she asked him if he had the Burning Stone. He chirruped
musically(showing off since he liked this mare) and dropped the
Burning Stone from his mouth to lay upon the altar. With a flourish
only a dragon could possess, he puffed out a delicately pretty trail
of fire from his warm maw, and lit the coal well before he closed his
mouth. Pleased with his work, he turned to the fluffy wing'ed mare
and, with great effort, he showed the image of a horse bowing and the
sent the emotion of humbleness. He was about to leave when the thought
occurred to him that Gossamer would need every friend she could get in
the future. She was such a sweet thing that other horses didn't like
her. She was a mouse in a world of hunters. Here they had found
someone who was also a mouse. He thought, that he should show this
mare how to get to their herdland.
With a bounce he lifted up from his perch on the altar, lifted up, and
flew over to the mare where he landed on her head. Leaning forward, he
placed his nose upon her forehead where he expended a great amount of
energy to show her images of the way to get to the Windtossed
Foothills and added in the emotion of happiness and welcoming. When he
was done he bounced carefully from her head, taking care not to hurt
her, and tiredly flew back to his other half in his homeland.
Anumati
March 27th, 2012 at 12:14am
She thought her heart might race free from the confines of her
chest as she watched Lazulli trill a response to her question and
artfully light the small bit of coal, leaping to life with a flame
that defied the heavy mists spewing from the volcano just behind it.
Her amber eyes fixed themselves on that small flame, watching it dance
and sway above the coal, anchored to it and yet resplendent in its
whimsically free movements. Warring with the anxiety that the sight of
the lit coal ignited within, Anumati once again turned a thankful,
gracious smile on the small creature, feeling that, even if she should
somehow fail to properly get through this meeting with one of the
gods, her offering would at least have been satisfactory thanks to
him. Her thought altered as if by someone else's control, bringing
forth the image of one bowing humbly, and a second or so of blinking
confusion finally brought about the realization the sending had been
given to her by the blue dragon. The liver chestnut pegasus nodded her
head understandingly, grateful for the added suggestion to further
help her cause.
He seemed ready to go, and while some part of her wished he might
stay she resisted the urge to say so aloud. No doubt he was eager to
return to his mistress, his use here already done. Rather than take to
the skies as he leaped from the altar, he came toward her and alighted
atop her head, causing the mare to tilt her head back slightly in an
attempt to give him more room to stand. She felt rather than saw the
touch of his nose to her forehead, and once again images flooded into
her mind, these quick successive things that felt to be leading her
somewhere. It was such an odd sensation that she doubted her ability
to ever forget, and smiled when she recognized a piece of the land as
she had once seen it, from great heights soaring overhead. He was
showing her how to get to the Windtossed Foothills.
Words hardly appeared adequate to verbalize the thanks she felt
was owed to this dragon and his bonded, and so Anumati merely watched
in fascination as he drifted off into the misty sky, quickly becoming
swallowed up by the heavy cover. Realizing in that moment that she was
now alone before the altar, she turned her head and gazed at the flame
still dancing above the coal. The images Lazulli had sent her
returned, and she drew in a breath before mimicking his sending. She
closed her amber eyes briefly and bowed low before the altar. The
humble feeling he had been attempting to convey was the easiest part
for Anumati to get right, as that was all she could feel at the
prospect of meeting one with such great power that they might be
capable of bestowing new magic on mortals. Please, don't let their
efforts be in vain, she thought nervously, willing herself to do
everything properly so that the aid she had received would be for
something rather than nothing.
God of the Sun
March 27th, 2012 at 2:17am
A sensation of burning enveloped the mare. It would be a pleasant
experience, if not mildly alarming, for the white flames that licked
her body were not sizzling, but warm and comforting. Not painful, but
soothing.
Amidst the likely chaos of initially realizing she was on fire, it
might also become apparent, that the God of the Sun had appeared from
the depths of his shrine. Slender in build he appeared tall and
nimble, this antelope-esque figure enhanced by the slowly curved set
of horns that jutted from his golden skull, wreathed in pale mane that
still crackled with remnants of his burning entrance. The hides that
blanketed his strong, if lithe, frame were of a metallic sort, each
just of light from the skies, the lava, or his own fire sending a
dazzling cascade of light falling across his musculature. There was no
denying he'd birthed the copper coat of the chestnut, or the shiny,
glossy bay. The God of the Sun was impressive to behold, and slightly
difficult for the eyes to manage as he reveled in the bright and
dangerous glories of his elements. Somewhere amidst all of the
illumination, he smiled, and it only accented the way he radiated.
Molten gold composed the firm eyes that blinked around pale eyelashes
as the God of the Sun bowed his head, neck arching pridefully, to
glance down at the mousey mare that had summoned him. Her gift had
invigorated him. Already he viewed her favorably, his ego easily
stroked by even the simplest of gestures, so that he nearly crooned
when he let his golden tongue set free.
"You summon the sun of light and fire, to what end, Anumati?" Her name
was spoken knowingly, hinting that mortal affairs did not so easily
pass the eyes of the high ruling gods, but mostly it was a sign of
honor to be fully addressed when most are ignored or insulted.
Anumati
March 27th, 2012 at 10:23pm
It started at her hooves, a warmth that seeped well into her being
and alleviated her worries, quieting her fretful thoughts the further
it traveled up her body. It was such an odd sensation that she opened
her eyes and peered down at her hooves, only to realize in wide eyed
panic that they were aglow with white flames. Anumati's heart
skittered in her chest at the sight and her body froze in place, too
frightened even to move. But the fear was short lived. The white fire,
though terrifying to know coursed across her body, fought against the
anxiety, and as it did so it allowed her mind to wrap around the fact
she wasn't in danger, nor was she feeling any pain. Instead, she was
calmed, at peace, and more than a little fascinated by the flames that
were crawling across her skin, filling her with a warmth that
completely obliterated any lingering chill from her flight to get here
and reduced the nervousness she harbored over this meeting.
Somewhere in her distraction the god had appeared, and her
attention drew away from the flames enveloping her to the bright glow
he emitted that completely dwarfed the quiet light of her fire. Her
jaw fell slightly open as she realized he was there, meeting his
beaming, smiling face with an awestruck look. It hurt her eyes to
stare at him directly and she needed to squint, but still she stared,
listening as he addressed her by name--He knows my name!--and asked of
her intent.
Any flowery, god-worthy answers she might have been considering
had fled from her mind, as well as the simple capability to formulate
proper sentences. She gaped, struggling for words, and had to take a
moment to remember herself and collect her thoughts. As if fearing her
boldness in looking directly on him might be misconstrued into an
offense, she quickly lowered her head into another bow, and found it
easier to locate her voice enough to use it. "I-I seek healing magic,"
she answered swiftly, before she could lose her nerve. "I had it once,
back in Isilme," she stated, worrying for a brief moment if this god
would even know where that was but continuing anyway, "but I lost it
when I left with the others." She could feel her voice shrinking,
losing her will and feeling the beginnings of doubt creep up around
her. She focused on the flames, on their quiet reassurance, and forced
herself to speak again, one more time. "I feel incomplete without it.
I'd do anything to get it back." Too late, she heard her own words,
her willingness to risk anything to get her magic, and felt a sliver
of dread. "I just want to help," she added in a soft, almost whispered
plea, a worried frown settling about her averted face while she gave
herself over to the warm flames, seeking comfort in their embrace.
God of the Sun
April 18th, 2012 at 11:48am »
The girl was startled, like a maiden blushing in front of her suitor.
The God tilted a graceful head and watched her, a knowing smile placed
on his illuminated lips. Her words had fled her mind, but the Sun God
waited patiently, liquid gold eyes dancing with amusement around his
black pupils as he watched her. The flurry of emotions dancing across
her starstruck face. She was right to be in awe of such a creature.
An luminescent liquid began to drip from his mane, glittering as it
pooled strangely on the floor. An innate light emerged from it,
enhancing the brightness upon which the stallion stood. He seemed to
be one fluid form, not completely firm, though the musculature of his
lithe frame would leave you unable to question his strength. Instead
of inconsistent, the God seemed rather untouchable, as though you
could never quite catch him.
Finally, her words stuttered out, and the God smiled warmly, light
peeking out of the creases of his lips. "I know nothing of your
Isilme, Anumati," he says frankly, but his voice does not seem harsh.
Instead, it is a gentle tug. "But you are an honest girl." A smile
once more, trying to capture her attention. "In order for me to give
you the healing power you seek, I would have you complete a task for
me," a coo from the God's lips, charming. "I need two elements, aside
from the light and fire I hold, to give you these abilities - water
and earth, which breed life. I need the purest water from the
Foothills and one leaf from the great forest in the World's Edge."
Suddenly, in a burst of light, two vials attached by delicate chains
hover before Anumati. "One element per vial. Bring me these things,
but be wary of the Edge. They do not look kindly upon your species.
