| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Young colt's journeys take him farther from his mother each day. The grip that she has established so firmly upon his brothers seems tenuous in comparison when it comes to her youngest son. Knox sees her no longer as a mother or master, but an old creature who birthed him. There is no affection or connection, and he wonders how he has eluded this fate.
Perhaps it is better this way- as he takes heavy steps towards the dark shrine of the Moon God and hears the echoes of his now firm and wide hooves against stone, he feels a strength he believe he never would have recognized in his mother's shadow. He finds himself longing for independence and knowledge that she cannot give him; even his brothers fail to teach him. He must learn from strangers and the young pup at his side.
As the shrine draws closer, he becomes acutely aware of Manhattan's hesitancy to go near the stone structure. She begins to back away from it and into him, to hide between his sturdy, well muscled legs, the legs of his father. Her flat coat is caught by the night breeze and its silkiness strikes his ankles. Her nose, cold and wet, becomes buried in the feathering he has already begun to develop and the thickening winter coat that he is growing. He is taller now than ever before, and as her body slides beneath him and she lays quivering in his shadow, he appears in contrast a beast of monstrous proportions. But he comes for a request, and so with deep, gray blue eyes he awaits in silence the goddess that may grant it, even as Manhattan whimpers in the night.
[Desires the ability to temporarily blind oneself or others]
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| Helovian Ancient |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: Ageless |
| Admin |
God of the Moon
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She coalesces from the darkness and appears before the young stallion and his faithful pup who have traveled far to get where they are. Silver eyes skirt from one being to another as she gathers the knowledge she needs in order to fulfill a request that the child has not even spoken. Silver tail twitches, the silken hairs catching against her hocks. "You came seeking me, Knox and Manhattan." She says quietly, almost inaudible, and it would have been so if not for the gently wind that carried her words to the young stallion.
"You come seeking magic." Her silver eyes shift across the young stallion's face as she looks from one eye to the other. "Magic to blind." She sighs. "If you so desire this magic then from now to Frostfall you will live blind."
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| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Jen |
09-13-2012, 06:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2012, 06:38 AM by Knox.)
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round up all the pieces, but they just don't fit the same.</style>
Young colt sees the beauty of a goddess before him, and wonders if what he feels for her is love. Surely no creature so graceful can be of this realm- surely he does not deserve to be in her presence. He averts his gaze so as not to take in what he feels he has no right to witness. Manhattan seems calm, however. He feels a faint brushing against his hocks as she leaves his side and takes bold steps forth towards the goddess. For the first time, he sees her completely comfortable with a stranger.
A part of him wonders if they really are strangers at all. He wonders if all creatures on this earth have some connection to the moonlit lady before him. He wonders if he is the first to turn away. But he cannot bear to witness what he does not deserve. Not even the dark of the night can hide her beauty. he can still see her, out of the corner of his eyes, in complete majesty. Her coat shines a deep purple, and she bears large, splendorous wings that he imagines have once held within them a child. But Knox is not to be that child. He feels strangely sinful even looking upon her, even thinking of her. He feels unworthy to the point that when she speaks, he wishes to heed her words as if to atone.
Never before has he longed to be blind more than in this moment. To be blind would to hide from him the vision of perfection that stands before him, and to deny him the right to be in the light of The Goddess of the Moon. But he has no right, not even now. While Manhattan sits mere paces away from the giant, he stands with his head turned and his stance humble much further away as she considers his request. She wonders if he understands his motives- he cannot bring himself to ask. To say anything to such a magnificent being is something he has no right to do. And so when she requires of him an answer, he can only nod at first. He lets his lids droop, and fails to open them. He wonders if when his lashes lift he will be blind. He wonders if his eyes will shine silver like those of the Goddess' who gave him this task in exchange for a gift, a gift which he is now unsure if he deserves. Manhattan leaves the Goddess' shadow, and he hears her long nails clicking against the stone. They are the only thing he can hear in this moment of utter silence. It is as if the world has stopped.
He feels her at his side but he does not see her. He tries to open his eyes to see; he realizes in an instant that they are already open. The blindness has overtaken him, and he feels no fear.
[Thanks admin! If I should have waited for you to make him blind I'll edit, I figured I'd just get the show on the road.]
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Blinding [Goddess of the Moon]
