the Rift


[OPEN] everything not saved will be lost [PATROL]

Imonada Posts: 61
Hidden Account atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.1hh :: 3 (Frostfall) HP: 58 | Buff: NOVICE
Byrneve
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An hour of exploring the Hidden Falls foothills finally revealed an old, well-worn game path that cut clear through the forest east. Alternating between well paced walking and a lively jog, the Threshold rushing past like a roiling ocean of malachite veldt, Imonada follows the lazy snake of a trail. Having set out at the first break of morn, it is well past noon when the trees begin to bow inward toward each other. Somewhere high above the sun is arching toward its western cradle, flanking her now, thin wisps of buttery light spearing through the tight canopy at a precise evening angle; pinpricks of soft candlelight confessing holes in a moth-eaten structure. What was once an avenue lined by emerald leaves fluttering like flags waved at a parade, now bristly branches seem to reach for her with hungry yearning across a thin scraggly aisle, their gnarled fingers lashing at her ebon hide. Although largely quiet today in general, it is notably so here, save one croak of a bullfrog hidden deep in the vegetation.

She travels more slowly now, listening to the rhythmic clod of her hooves on the threadbare lane; taking note of how it seems to be teetering off, burying itself beneath decaying leaves and clotted soil. All the while, her hawkish scrutiny keeps at least one paranoid eye on the forest around her. 

Until something draws her up short, putting an abrupt pause to her ambulate. The original plan was to find the cusp of the Blood Falls and wait for her patrol partner, figuring she would do some scouting and reconnaissance around the perimeter. 

But there is no gradual yield to the crimson foliage of the Blood Falls, as one might suspect; a slow, insidious creep into bloody territory that drew a victim in with measured fraud. No, it was much more frank than that -- reaching high into a sky obscured, spread left to right until shadows swarmed, a bulwark of trees distinctly different than the ones right behind her stood gallant and staunch. Birch and ash turn to thick-bodied elm and oak, trunks smooth yet otherwise featureless in the lack of light. High overheard, thousands of somber rubies glint from within the buttress gloom like dimly pulsating quasars, bathing everything in a shade of burgundy like some hapless god having spilled their wine down the mountain.

Spurned by luck and perhaps a bit reckless, she was still no fool; she had gathered as much intelligence as she could about the place, but it was still an apotheosis of mystery. Perhaps she could convince her patrol partner to investigate the rift? Its enigma was a dark lure to one like her. 

A tentative snort has her leaning out to investigate one of the trees with a gentle nudge, feeling its patterned texture against her sensitive snout. She begins moving forward to cross the boundary into the red forest, but the ground beneath her foot gives way with no preamble and she finds herself sliding down a steep slope, surprise muting any cry as she barely keeps upright, fighting not to tumble. Scrambling for purchase, wings instinctively primed to recapture her balance, she skids down into a shallow ravine only to be greeted wholeheartedly by a fresh corpse that she all but barges into. 

"Ugh."


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