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04-11-2015, 12:12 PM

Daemonia
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law

The sound of hooves slowly making their way across the ground of Helovia's Threshold echoed in Daemonia's ears. He was starting to feel more tired with every breath of cold air that filled his lungs. Barely taking in his surroundings, he felt how an icy breeze whiffled across his body. His legs were hurting and he was barely awake, just wandering along like a zombie. He had to rest, he knew that, but first he had to drink something. It had been too long.

His ears were struck by the sound of a rippling stream. He immediately stopped moving, opened his eyes, lifted his head up and pricked up his ears to identify where the sound was coming from. It seemed to be originating from the right. He turned, and with regained power, he started trotting towards the origin of the sound exitedly. Just when he got the stream in his sight, something fluttered up right in front of him. He threw up his head, and with a small prance turned a few degrees to the right. Then he realised it was most probably a little bird that was just as startled as he was a few moments ago. He snorted, a bit embarrassed with his sudden flurry. He regained his confidence and started walking to the stream. He lowered his head and sighed as the cold water started streaming along his lips, and later down his throat. Gulp after gulp after gulp, and he was finally satisfied. He lifted his head again, swallowing his last mouthful of water and looked around his surroundings, something he hadn't taken the time to do earlier. A breeze was going through the brightly coloured leaves and produced a rustling sound. Beneath his hooves were brown, dried leaves and only a few birds were able to be heard in the distance. He had no idea what was next for him, but he had the feeling it was going to last a lifetime.

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780

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Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB

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04-19-2015, 11:07 AM

ISOPIA
In reality's shadow the blind see best.

[So sorry for the wait!!]

Isopia had decided to explore more of the world around her. With the recent invasion and her relocation to the Hidden Falls, she realized just how much of Helovia she hadn't seen yet. There were a multitude of lands still unknown to her, and today was the day she decided to change that. So, she decided to begin where most did: at the threshold.

On mis-matched wings, the demi-god flew north. She noted how the air grew slightly colder the further and higher she flew, but it didn't bother her. The way that seemingly every outer cell in her body was responding to the change in temperature made her feel alive. She reveled in the way her body harmoniously adjusted to the world around her.

Below, she spied an equine by the stream. Now, Isopia didn't find pleasure in conversation with others, at least not usually. It took a fairly intellectual and academic mind to hold her interest for very long, and most that she met fell far below that standard. Part of her wanted to continue gliding - or perhaps to transform into a raven so that the creature below wouldn't even know someone had passed. And yet ...

I can't, she thought, as her hard golden gaze surveyed below. It could be days or even weeks before someone else came across him ... and while the earth child hated the thought of having to have a prolonged and forced conversation, the extreme ethical component in her mind forced her hand.

She would go down.

Sighing to herself, the girl glided lower. She landed lightly and delicately upon the ground, her large hooves making an almost soundless impact. Although Iso was just over a year, she was already quite tall. It was surely the godly blood in her veins that had so quickly elevated her height, but even as a child she towered above most. Her frame was lean and sturdy, covered in a pelt of pale brown, with bloody-splotches across her back and front left leg. A marking of death was painted on her face, hiding the elegance of her features.

She regarded Daemonia for a moment before speaking. "If you are in the Threshold, you must be new to these lands. Would you like to know what your options are?" She inquired, her voice clerical and very matter-of-fact as she spoke.

[Sorry, she's a little weird.]

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