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05-26-2015, 06:04 AM
Cirrus the WindDancer
Dawn patrol.
The mare had taken many dawn patrols. So often had she seen the Sun rise, felt its glow chase away the stars that travel across her hide, that it was little wonder she loved it. Misty breath crashed into her chest as her nostrils exhaled the warm air of her lungs to the chilly atmosphere. Winter was coming, yet the girl felt life stirring in the lands.
It was hard to ignore the pull of a God. Many times Cirrus had ventured to the cosmic tug of the Sun Lord, her patron master, her Lord of Light and Fire, who had given her comfort, and a beacon to focus upon, when the dark abyss of her broken soul threatened to swallow her whole. The cloudmare didn't realise that she was being pulled towards a different deity this time - a master of earth and water, a mountainous creature who was bonded to every creature on earth. Perhaps, if she knew that, she might hate him - he had what she never could hold again, and she was envious still of the way her soul was incomplete while others were entire.
When she saw his massive figure rise up in her vision, she hesitated in her flight - hovering for a moment, watching the lands around her rise to his song even as the sun graced the horizon with its life-giving rays. The cloudmare blinked, her coat shifting with the ever-changing sky, her wings directing her decidedly closer to this deity she knew little of - but perhaps that would be rectified.
Others were there, a colt with features eerily similar to the prisoner currently held at her home, and a mare, pale, but rimmed with charcoal. At the mare's feet laid a beast - had Cirrus not experienced the bond herself she might have shied at such a carnivore, as it was, Cirrus looked blandly at it, hiding the turmoil seeing one with a bonded caused within her - though she knew, as she looked to the God, he would hear it all, feel it all, such was the privilege (or curse?) of his condition.
"God of the Earth," the cloudmare murmurs quietly as her wings fold by her side and her limber legs take her closer, her tiara dipping to show the respect one should always show another that could cause you to cease existing with a mere thought. She didn't know why she was here, only that she was - perhaps to witness something magnificent, or maybe experience it for herself.
6/22/14:: [Magic: LightxWater | Able to imbue the rain with healing powers. Healing occurs through the touch of the water onto a wound, or if drunk, can also purify/heal the body from the inside-out.]
Wishlist: link
Refusals:
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The mare had taken many dawn patrols. So often had she seen the Sun rise, felt its glow chase away the stars that travel across her hide, that it was little wonder she loved it. Misty breath crashed into her chest as her nostrils exhaled the warm air of her lungs to the chilly atmosphere. Winter was coming, yet the girl felt life stirring in the lands.
It was hard to ignore the pull of a God. Many times Cirrus had ventured to the cosmic tug of the Sun Lord, her patron master, her Lord of Light and Fire, who had given her comfort, and a beacon to focus upon, when the dark abyss of her broken soul threatened to swallow her whole. The cloudmare didn't realise that she was being pulled towards a different deity this time - a master of earth and water, a mountainous creature who was bonded to every creature on earth. Perhaps, if she knew that, she might hate him - he had what she never could hold again, and she was envious still of the way her soul was incomplete while others were entire.
When she saw his massive figure rise up in her vision, she hesitated in her flight - hovering for a moment, watching the lands around her rise to his song even as the sun graced the horizon with its life-giving rays. The cloudmare blinked, her coat shifting with the ever-changing sky, her wings directing her decidedly closer to this deity she knew little of - but perhaps that would be rectified.
Others were there, a colt with features eerily similar to the prisoner currently held at her home, and a mare, pale, but rimmed with charcoal. At the mare's feet laid a beast - had Cirrus not experienced the bond herself she might have shied at such a carnivore, as it was, Cirrus looked blandly at it, hiding the turmoil seeing one with a bonded caused within her - though she knew, as she looked to the God, he would hear it all, feel it all, such was the privilege (or curse?) of his condition.
"God of the Earth," the cloudmare murmurs quietly as her wings fold by her side and her limber legs take her closer, her tiara dipping to show the respect one should always show another that could cause you to cease existing with a mere thought. She didn't know why she was here, only that she was - perhaps to witness something magnificent, or maybe experience it for herself.
6/22/14:: [Magic: LightxWater | Able to imbue the rain with healing powers. Healing occurs through the touch of the water onto a wound, or if drunk, can also purify/heal the body from the inside-out.]
Wishlist: link
Refusals:
one
two
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