the Rift


we stand tall [totem, mauja]

Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#1


There is love in your body but you can't hold it in,
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin,
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks,
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts



Despite the chilling, glacial ground, she was light, airy, ethereal again. Poised for the daunting stroll of cold and ice, she stroked the world with petal soft movements, motions for fairy wings and laureled sylphs, enlightened, luminescent, glowing with the prosperous notion of success. They didn’t have to wallow in the crushing grief much longer, immersed in the cavernous, infernal toilings of melancholy and ire, wrath ignited against thrashing bones, misery drenched in sodden veins, not with the promise of newcomers, wanderers, crossing into the ancient threshold. Amongst the corridors of the gateway slunk unfamiliar tidings, barbed warriors, sanguine hunters, and illustrious gypsies, awaiting the opportunity to become united with a herd again. And she, the satin nymph, the sienna essence, had found one of these creatures, buried amongst the ides and tides of meandering quandaries and curious, inquisitive enchantments, cherished and bestowed an invitation – and he’d accepted. What could be more aspiring, inspiring, than the arrival of fresh blood, strange, foreign and unfamiliar, but polished with the notion that they’d been willing to encompass their fallen, Siberian earth? That they’d been prepared, inclined, to weather this storm, to help furnish and replace the extinguished hopes, the damaged, destroyed and distraught whims of war-torn members? Lena revered, admired, this adherence to an injured cadre, this creature lending their hand to the crumbling ground, distorted menagerie of broken tribes. So she led him here, amongst the icicle dunes, along the intertwining glaciers and labyrinthine caverns, to be sanctioned as part of their regenerating harem. She looked back once to see this newfound rogue, Totem, following, before clambering further into the depths of the Steppe, dancing, waltzing with the smooth, elegant grace of a frolicking fae. A few more gliding turns forced her to laugh, a slight giggle, announcing their arrival (and in some part of her she wondered, for the tiniest snippet of moments, if he’d be as delighted as she, awash in the glow of snow, stars and sun, but nothing else). ”We’re here!” A few moments later, she threw her head to the wind and called for the glacial monarch, Mauja, eager for their time to begin, anew, afresh, heralded serene tomorrows instead of nefarious yesterdays.




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#2


Totem
Time waits for no one, so do you wanna waste some time?





Totem had watched the mare change, fascinated by the sudden unexpected transformation. She seemed so much more vibrant now than she had during their encounter earlier. So much more alive. The sylvan maid almost skimmed over the soft snow, delicate imprints left behind the only proof that she did indeed touch the glimmering surface. It was remarkable, and Totem found himself enthralled by her effortless grace. Had his acceptance meant enough to her to cause this new dancing lightness? Or was it merely delight at having returned to her current home, this world of shining cold? Though the stag normally chose to move at an almost languid speed, pillars lifted into a small dance of his own. It lacked her ethereal beauty, but was a show of dignified elegance. He increased his pace to move alongside the fae instead of trudging behind her like a stray dog. He questioned briefly this new enchantment that he felt to have fallen upon him. Was it simply infatuation for a creature he had never seen before and who moved like a dream, something that would pass as he grew accustomed to the nymph? Did she affect all this way, using some divine gift, or was he behaving like a fool? Whatever it was, he decided to let himself be drawn in, at least for now. Later he would once again adopt his laidback demeanor, but for the time being he wished to join his companion in her joyous cloud.

A laugh drifted from her maw soon after, though he remained uncertain to whether it was due to his to his new participation in her waltz or caused by the sheer happiness she seemed to feel at merely being alive. The words “We’re here!” floated across Steppe moments later, and he believed it to be a summons, though to whom it was addressed was unclear. Perhaps to the lord she had told him was here, the stallion whose approval he must earn in order to remain in these lands with a herd. Perhaps to no one specific at all, her voice ringing out solely because she was too excited to remain silent. The silver bay had no way of knowing, so he chose to cease thinking of the lady’s motives and simply accept them.


OOC:
Walking the walk
Talking the talk
Thinking my thoughts





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