the Rift


[OPEN] W A S T E L A N D [dream]

Megaera the Sunspear Posts: 306
Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None Laine
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megaera

[ooc: Dream time! DT has been destroyed! By who? By what? Who the heck knows, it’s an improve extravaganza and Meg has a memory gap so feel free to pop in and help fill in or be just as horrified and baffled]

A scream ripped through the night and the Sunspear woke with a jolt. She rose to her feet and for a moment her head flailed about, instinctively trying to find the source but all had fallen quiet. No… Not quiet… Silent. in the dim dusk on a starless twilight, no sound but her own breath reached the alert ears of the Sultana. No russell of wings, nor beat of hooves, not even the smallest breath of wind stirred in the sands. The air itself was thick and hard to breath, each inhalation brought its own wave ash. In that instant too, the mare realized that her sore and sweaty form was clad in her leather armor though she did not recall putting it on. It draped heavily across her back and up her neck where it it was clasped to the simple steel plate the fit across her face. She yanked her head around to gaze at her own back and was shocked to see that the ends of each of the sharp spines the lined her leathers were covered in a mix of dust and blood.

Something was definitely wrong, that was what each or her senses was telling her one by one, but there seemed to be a fog that clouded her mind, slowing it, obscuring memory and reason.”What…. what happened?” she asked instinctively, pushing her thoughts outward to reach another, but to her horror there was no path for them to travel. Fear and confusion mounted and her dark eyes lifted, desperately to search the skies “Gwaihir?!” The shout was angry and panicked, for she neither saw nor felt any trace of her faithful companion.

She was off like a bullet, racing across the freezing sands for several strides before she was able to launch herself into the air. Each second was agony and anger and fear wrestled within her. She couldn’t understand. How could she not remember what had happened. She had come back from her visit to that falls, but that seemed months ago, but no other memories flared up before her mind’s eye. It was just….blank. Beneath her was not the warm and welcoming dunes she loved but a battlefield. Bones and blood lay scattered, already picked over and forgotten and unrecognizable. When the Oasis came into view, she screamed again. It lay decimated before her: The lake dried, the shady palms burnt to ash. Only the Dragons Blood Tree still stood, a skeletal sentinel.

She landed beside the old tree and began to pace the land that had been her home. She could not stop turning, looking, seeking desperately of some sign of life or notion of what has cause this.

“MORDECAI!”

“EINARR!”

“GAUCHO!”


Again and again she called, the names of her daughter, her sultan and mentor, and the bold warrior that had only just started to mean something more. Those three repeated, over and over again along with Ampere, Cera, Sacre, and every member of the her herd. Time and again she tried to force her beacon but the light inside her seemed to have been extinguished, deprived of its source and so no answer came. Hours passed in a slow sucking of life and though the time for morning had long fell behind her the sun did not rise on Dragon’s Throat. She slowed finnaly, and stopped, exhausted, by the burnt Blood Tree and could only stare. The sands that had been her home were lit only in a green glow that made the sky look sick; there was only one thought that seemed to coalesce in her tumult of grief and bewilderment: This isn’t Dragon’s Throat anymore.
all you have is your fire
and the place you need to reach
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep 'em on a leash
Coding by Tamme
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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