the Rift


[OPEN] Ode to life

Erthë Posts: 440
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Chan
#1
You're so cold but you feel alive

The sound of dripping, running, rushing and murmuring was everywhere, a constant sound of movement that provided excellent backdrop to the aviary singers restless symphony. Each morning with the return of the sun the music picked up, a cacophony of noise and movement that heralded the death and rebirth of seasons. Winter was coming to an end and its demise was not mourned but celebrated, honored not for it's cold harshness and bitter dark but rather for allowing life to begin anew. This was a new chance in a circle that never ended, the opportunity for new souls to make their mark upon the world and maybe, just maybe, bring about change.

For Erthë's part, it was another opportunity to marvel at the beauty of the world. Standing in the midst of the sheltered clearing with icy cold, clear water nipping at her knees she breathed in quiet awe as she listened to the trilling warbles of the birds. She had removed the silvery bracelet and allowed night to recede in favor of a warm spring sun, the first real warmth she had felt since the last days of autumn. While generally not a great fan of summer and heat she could still relish this first balmy caress of wind against her skin and savored the scent of earth as it lay steaming, naked and exposed to the invigorating glow. All around her ice was melting from the branches of the trees and as the zephyr wafted through the landscape it sent glittering droplets sprinkling towards the ground; small droplets of sunlight and life that shattered with a titillating sound like ringing bells into the pond.

It was beautiful, an exquisite display brought about by what would only be a true artist. Whatever else she might think about the Earth God she had to admire him for his aesthetic sensibilities, because while the Sun and Moon was able to create stunning displays at dawn and dusk and Spark would always be revered for his inandescent work with lightning, Earth was the only one who managed to make a thing as mundane as melting snow into something unforgettable.

For the longest time Erthë simply stood there, a delicate porcelain swan decorating the glittering waters, the fair destination towards whom thousands of miniature rivers and streams traveled. She listened, still and patient, until the restless wind carried in clouds from the west. Dark and looming they approached in tattered streaks to suppress the vivid forget-me-not blue of the sky, and as they gathered they obscured the sun. With their stage light dimmed and the wind turned suddenly cold the birds quieted, and with a sigh the long-limped fawn dipped her head to sip from the cold, dark lake. Flavors of moss and earth and unspeakable things long decayed trickled past her palate, but she kept drinking; they were the tastes of life and death and everything in between, and she devoured them as easily as she did everything else in life. Recklessly, greedily, uninhibited by false humility or fear; she was a candle burning brightly, hastily with all the wild abandon of one who knew it could all end tomorrow.

Erthë drank, and when her thirst was sated she raised her head again with a smile and sauntered slowly off towards the snow-covered brink, ascending from the waters with not a trace of a shudder from numbness or cold. Icicles formed in the silky hairs beneath her belly and in the gently curling feathers and shimmered in the dimmed light; she shook them off absently and turned her focus back onto the sky, the smile fading in favor of a thoughtful frown.

The wind was picking up in strength - perhaps there would be rain in the evening. It was time to return home.

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@Libertad

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Libertad Posts: 24
Absent Abyss
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 2 ::Tallsun
Minx
#2
Perhaps it is wrong to wander away from his sister’s side so quickly after his return, but, there is still that wanderlust burning in his chest. Libertad lumbers his way out of the Edge and towards whatever foreign land he might find. He knows should his sister crave his company she’ll simply need to follow his trail. A river of red trails after him as the roses bloom and then burst into vibrant pools of crimson. During his youth, the fright and uneasiness others displayed at his magic only ever left him confused. In time he has come to grasp the strange uneasiness that others radiate whenever they gaze at his beloved roses. The fear has almost become a game to him. Their grimaces and cringes bring almost a smile to his face, a simple amusement at times.

He draws to a strange scenery and his eyes drift around. His leonine tail twitches from left to right as he takes in his new surroundings. Slowly memories flood back to him.. Of frogs and games and other foals.. Mares screaming.. All of it had just been a game.. Just a frog and the had acted as if they murdered their first born. Libertad pauses and thinks on such violent things. He’ll never grasp why the strangers had reacted in such a way.. What had been so repulsive about an innocent game? Oh and he can remember the tears he shed as the strange colt stole the gift intended for his sister.. The flower that he had been so determined to display proudly to his twin. D’Arcy would’ve loved it, he thinks to himself. It only feeds that part of him that knows the only being worthy of his trust is his twin.. They are inseparable entities, two halves of a whole and only together are they complete. Yet, he still pauses when he sees yet another familiar face.. One who had cringed at the sight of his roses when he was a mere boy.

“You’ve only grown prettier,” Libertad says playfully as he tries to walk up behind the pale filly, a boyish grin painted across his lips.


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