| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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02-16-2014, 11:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2014, 11:41 PM by Roland.)
He had walked through ancient tunnels of stone, trudged through murky pools of water and meandered through the tangle of caves with a heavy heart, a detached sort of interest that only arose at the beginning of every twist and turn, and evaporated when he rounded it to reveal nothing besides more of the same. With every step he had stooped further beneath the weight of the earth above his head and beneath his feet, rising around him and stretching despondently onwards. It was a blessing that he finally stumbled into the unknown and the exotic; an otherworld, thriving and flourishing even as it was buried beneath leagues of stone and sequestered from the refreshing touch of sunlight.
Who would have guessed that such a florid sanctuary could blossom amidst the darkness, a rare piece of gold hidden amongst drifts of coal? If this existed, in spite of the dungeon it sprouted in, what else might Roland find if he ventured onwards? What other crystalline caverns and formidable hollows might lay beyond this vibrant Eden?
He was so transfixed, so utterly tethered to the sight of astral flowers and fluorescent leaves, that he didn’t hear the soft beat of approaching footsteps or catch the advancing shape in his peripheral until a voice spoke his name. He turned sharply, surprise washing away the wonder for a brief moment, his heart leaping in its unease, but he settled immediately once he recognized the face peering inquisitively at him from the shadows. “Lena.”
Memories swept away the rest of his thoughts, though he still smiled warmly at her through the darkness. There was no doubting that he’d made a fool out of himself the last times they’d met. She had been the first to welcome him when he’d stumbled into the Threshold, breathless and unkempt, still growing used to a new name on his tongue. He hadn’t always gone by Roland; it had been Silas during the war, and Magnus to his enemies; Ramses at birth and Ezekiel some years after that, in a time he’d much rather forget. The only thing that followed him from place to place, beginning to new beginning, was his golden countenance.
Her question diverted his mind from its wanderings, and he nodded slowly. “I am,” he assured her, and despite the wraiths having chased them from their home, despite being forced to leave the open air for mossy chambers and damp hallways, he was. Surprisingly, in the end he wasn’t all that bothered by the notion that anarchy and Armageddon reigned above their heads, that the universe had been filled with callous and casual destruction, as long as they stayed buried beneath the ground, under antique archways and timeworn caverns in the midst of sanguine, glowing lights. Hellions had claimed the high ground and thus, entropy was unavoidable; though from time to time he still repressed the urge to stretch towards the roof in search of sky or cloud, a sunflower reaching for the sun.
“All things considered,” he added as an afterthought, raising his voice over the murmur of the stream and the rush of the distant waterfall. It had been a while since he’d entertained company, having hidden himself away during autumn in an attempt to fend off the weather, but as an accomplished charlatan he did not find it too difficult to throw himself back into the cadence and vernacular of socializing. It was especially easy when there were no hidden angles to play, no lies to spin or walls to erect. “How are you holding up? The Gods have been treating you well, I hope?”
@[Lena]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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