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12-11-2015, 10:08 PM
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Isopia
"Stars are nothing more than burning clusters of gas and organic matter. They do not call." Her voice was academic and sterile as always. It fluttered through the evening air, even though she was as of yet, still unseen. "And further, their light comes to us across years. And not just a handful of years. More years than you could imagine. Some of them aren't even there anymore - but their light bleeds on, like a ghost. An echo. Some are farther away than others, and so have an older light. Some light is newer." Reverence and interest were present in Iso's lecture-like cadence. The stars, and the physics that dominated their light, were something she truly found worthy of her respect and studious mind. But to belittle their importance - the great mystery of their light - to something like a call, was to dilute their true beauty. Stars did not call. On blackened wings the raven-formed girl moved towards the ground. As she came into view, equine legs sprouted from a body far too small - though it immediately expanded to compensate. A tan and maroon-splattered body appeared out of the small avian body, and the ebony wings were instead replaced with much more substantial ones, as Isopia's transformed was completed. Her death-marked face looked softly from Maren, to Alune, to the small white hybrid she had seen once before. Iso's large, unblinking golden stare apprised each with silent observation. On her back, Hubris landed. His bronze body tucked in stark contrast against her russet mane. |
