Laedere
But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Laedere had yet to step foot amongst the Veins of the Gods. In fact, she didn't even know the name of this place. Still, she had traveled from the north - passing the rotunda before noticing the change in environment. It intrigued her, and intrigued her fire stag even more. Ardere, now highly amused with this creature, was not far behind - swooping around in a playful manner. The three of them moved in unison, the stag at the front and Laedere and Ardere side by side behind. It was a rocky land bridge that offered her access to this area with blue magma leaking out ever so slowly. Carefully, the trio moved towards the rocks, clambering up and around until they reached a ledge near the center of the island with what looked like a multitude of shrines. Aye, she was religious, most definitely. Even if it was to the idea of a God she didn't quite understand. She believed that shrines should be taken care of, loved and honoured and what she was seeing here (if they were shrines as she believed) it was far from loved. The stag inched forward, resting beside the Sun God's shrine (aye, he was a creation of the Sun God's anyways so it only made sense) as Ardere began to pull on Laedere's bandage. Slowly, she stretched out her wings - eyes lingering to see if she was alone or not - before beginning to brush off the ash and the charcoal. The feathers carefully pushing it into a pile near the base, trying to clean off the piece underneath - to reveal it to the world. All the while, Ardere continued to sweep the ash that was blowing loose back into the pile - trying to keep it from dirtying anything else. Aye, this would take time - to really clean off this shrine - to help fix all of the shrines. But, at least she was trying, at least she was beginning to help, even if night was starting to fall where she stood. @[Maren] --- eep, excited to RP with ya' <3 |
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05-17-2015, 05:53 PM
05-21-2015, 02:32 PM
Ocean washed against the rocks and fell apart at its feet, crawling back into the open. The mare watched it for a moment; the rocks with sea on the one side, and the smoking smoldering blues of the misty lava on the other side of the dark bed of ash that her bleak hooves had smudged themselves with. She remembered the time she had almost crossed the river to visit the shrines. But fate had then decided that she would not need to - would have another priority at that moment and would need to go to the very one place her soul was truly needed. Or so she thoughts. A month had passed now and in that time she had not been able to shake off the feeling that she would need to see the blues and blacks of the lava-island with her own silent eyes. With the wind whispering against her back she looked through the fogs of the lava and the mists of the day to the ashen cliff: There where the shrines of the four gods stood taking wind and rain, catching the heaviest kinds of dust from decaying mortals coming here - to find something or nothing. They stood in silent tranquility. But what the priestess of the Sun was staring at was not the holy shrines, but a light feathered pegasus. In all the calmness it seemed like she was taking out her compassionate grace on the deities of their world. Or - for what did she really dare to know - perhaps the kindness of the pegasus was only a mindless mistake. A way to ease a troubled mind. But whatever the reason was, Maren walked towards her with silent steps - leaving ashen hoof-prints as she went. The girl had stood there alone now for long enough with that itching dust on her soul; dust which could not so easily be pushed aside with an outstretched wing, like the ash from a shrine. When the hooves of the tigermare paused, she stood next to the mare and her companions. One of them a spirit stag, which meant she was from the Throat. Do I know her? Her eyes turned thoughtful as mist cringed around them under a cloudy sky. Having not been here before she took her time to take in the unfamiliar air as she took a deep breath. Nevertheless curious, the priestess had glanced aside a couple of times; blinked twice to be sure the dear was not covered in the mosses of the earth, instead of the mint-colored markings. In the quiet she blamed the blueish hues around their misty meeting-site for that wrong assumption. Then again, the girl seemed like she had lived some lives already, still. The pale purples in Maren's eyes glanced past the stranger at the ash that lay around the Sun's shrine, and she wondered how close-by he was. "It will be covered with ash again when the night falls," she mentioned suddenly when the wind took a pause from its whispering. @[Laedere] Maren
TURNING A SHADE OF AN ANGEL BORN IN A BRAMBLE DITCH, WHEN THE DOORS OF HEAVEN CLOSED. yewrezz | x x | larfsalot on deviantart
06-06-2015, 01:44 AM
As if the tigermare sure enough had scared the girl, her wings snapped back into a closed-off position. Maren glanced at her sideways with her silent expression in her eyes as an unfamiliar accent ran into her ears. She blinked again, slightly confused now. Her tunes were hard to understand – but the thing that caught her off guard was mostly the disrespect in her voice – a rudeness meant for her. As if she was mad, mad at her – mad at the world. Ah, but isn’t this getting kind of an old story? “Hmmm…” she mumbled, as if not taken notice of the girl’s ferocity towards her, before glancing back at the shrines. She looked at them, three of them still covered in ash. Just the Sun’s shrine had been cleared. Surprisingly it still had its dark color. But the girl, apparently a worshipper of the Sun, did not seem happy. Not with any of it. And now she wanted an explanation from the stranger that Maren was. Maren, who’s eyes grew cold. But somewhere her mind stroke its imaginary beard, pondering whether the girl from the Throat did know who she was. Did she know, and was that why she was blaming the priestess. Or did she not and would go one badgering on any individual that had the misfortune of crossing her path. Perhaps it was better to just get it over with. And from anyone, wasn't it best to let out these purposeless frustrations out on her? Didn't she partly even deserve them? She felt the wind running over the cliff falling over them and she looked at the shrine with a steady gaze. Pondering. “Don’t you find it fitting, that a shrine of the God of the Flames is embraced by its ashes?” The priestess asked in almost a whisper under silent eyes. Then she turned her head to the troubled girl, looking down on her rude stupidity. “Perhaps the God of the Earth would appreciate it more if you would clear away its dead crust.” @[Laedere] Maren
TURNING A SHADE OF AN ANGEL BORN IN A BRAMBLE DITCH, WHEN THE DOORS OF HEAVEN CLOSED. yewrezz | x x | larfsalot on deviantart
06-17-2015, 01:36 AM
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