CRESCENCIA
my dead eyes see all

[ OOC: Tagging @Ragnarok, but open to anyone else too! :D ]

Exhausted legs carried her from the muddy, desecrated grounds of the appropriately-named Blood Falls, numbly treading forward as she skirted the edge of a land whose name she didn't even know. Each step was a brutal ache, the skin of her shoulder and neck even more tender under the scrutiny of the Tallsun's burning gaze.

After what felt like hours of trekking, the cool breeze that swept over the peak of the mountain finally licked at her face. The sweat-soaked tendrils of the Oracle's mane now felt cooled against her skin, the exhausting hike having dirtied both her mane and tail, weighing them down with dust, muck, perspiration, and twigs. Relief flooded from her nostrils as her chest expanded with each deep, almost agonizing breath, and silent, tired eyes stared up into the seamless sky. Trucking up the last few steps with a newfound vigor, she peaked over the top and stood at the pinnacle of the Fields. And for a brief moment, the beauty stole the breath from her lungs.

Once she finally came to her senses, near-blind eyes landed upon a substantial girth of stream nearby. The steps it took to get her there seemed to take forever, but when the cool stream met her skin.. it was like heaven on earth, and well worth the toil it took to get here. Sinking chest deep into the waters, dark legs folding beneath a pure body, the Oracle let the liquid lap at the tender, scabbing burns on her shoulder and neck while her mind slowly drained of all thoughts. Eyes stared lifelessly ahead of herself, a long, slow sigh leaving her lips.

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In the moments of pure silence, an abnormal feeling licked at the back of her ears. It was not physical, by any means, but it made the skin along her jaw and at the base of her ears prickle regardless. It traveled quickly, like an electric shock, down the spine of her neck. As the feeling seemed to hit the wood base of the substantial tree that graced her shoulders, it dulled for a brief moment and then exploded in burning pain. It was so sharp and sudden that no sound was even able to escape the Oracle's lips, her eyes just snapping open in the shock of the moment. The feeling somehow grasped her lungs with an iron fist, forcing the breath straight out of them and making every muscle in her body tighten.

It was then, in that moment where she felt like she was going to die, that the essence ripped its way into her consciousness, tearing down every wall that had guarded it from her recognition. The pain crowned over the crest of her neck, trickling down her sinuses where it burned like a potent ember. It escaped from her flared, sweat-soaked nostrils, twirling up into the air like the tendrils of thick smoke; and with its release, fled the pain that plagued her so.

But before the Oracle could even question what had just occurred, the air became noticeably thick, choking out all oxygen as it became static-filled, sparking mid-air. White eyes stared at the anomaly as she was stunned into silence. Within those few moments, a vicious hole ripped the air and sky apart before her very eyes, the edges surrounding the void flickering with white-hot sparks of electricity. Was this what the God of the Spark had 'blessed' her with? If so, what on earth was its purpose... ?

Almost as if the void was sentient and telepathic, the darkness that lay between the static sparks slowly faded into shapes and subdued colors. The Oracle's eyes narrowed in a feeble attempt to make out the blurry images that were floating mysteriously in the void a mere few feet in front of her. As the seconds passed, the edges of the shapes sharpened, painting a vivid picture of the past. A pair of dark-colored forelegs stood in the background, marked vividly by three orange streaks that seeped down from her knees, all the way to her hooves - two on the left, one on the right. In the foreground, a small filly lay helplessly on the muddy, water-soaked ground, peering curiously up towards the being that possessed those marked legs, a child-like innocence painted across delicate features.

The scene was there, and then gone in a flash. The tear in time whipped shut abruptly, and with a resounding electrical snap that startled the Oracle. She was left, sitting in quiet confusion, water quietly lapping at forelegs... Forelegs, which were marked distinctly by four vivid orange streaks.