the Rift

[OPEN] Miles to go before I sleep [questing]

Erebos Posts: 474
Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
All my life I’ve been searching for something
He wondered what she meant in her second statement, brushing off the aside comments on their Gods and their might, their quest for being known - attention riveted on the slant of unsteady tides. He’d been born after the first significant war, but had heard the tales enough from the legions who’d roamed there before him – refugees of the Edge, scorned, left to fend for themselves amidst the Steppe, scrappy, persevering, and vengeful, taking and ensnaring when and where they could, trying to prove to the world that they still existed, that they still remained, brought into the empire of the auroras and pines, the glaciers and mountains, because of their defiance, because of their sedition. But there’d been other tales too, of friends turned to monsters, of empires clashing, of brutality striking again and again, when war brewed then grew absolutely infernal, and he did have to ponder if that was when all the world had been more than a stage, had rotated on its axis, had fumbled and ignited in the chaos. Or perhaps she didn’t mean their invading tendencies at all, their blinding oaths towards contempt and rage, and only signified how they came together in the midst of bedlam and anarchy – like when Kaos had snagged, tricked, and exploited them all. What was to become of them thereafter was a mystery, but they’d all chiseled and sculpted away, repairing defenses, mending unknown ties, knotting and embroiling back into politics, into trades. "I guess we'll just have to see," the prince winked, gave a subtle, soft laugh. There’d been a time, not long ago, when a traveling member of some other realm wouldn’t have dared to set foot in this icy field – so he was forced to concede with a nod, measuring the matter of the subject at hand with steady, stalwart silence.
But then there was a flurry of movement as they came upon the hot springs, silent commands and opuses stroked by unseen bonds, and he simply watched, eyes following the lines of the dragon and its helmet as it was set ablaze. An inquiry shifted behind his teeth and tongue (why was amongst the words, too curious, too intrigued), but maintained a sort of quiet awe, waiting for something else to take place. Isopia explained, briefly, as if everything was easily understood by her phrases, and though he comprehended very little about the nature of the sojourn, the value of the crusade, he’d taken odysseys and adventures before – could fathom and interpret a God’s strange, bewildering orders. “Is there anything else you need?” He asked, ensuring she was content and satisfied, granted the necessary outcome for her journey. 

(something never comes)
never leads to nothing—nothing satisfies
but I’m getting close

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Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd

The demi-goddess was mildly surprised by Erebos' relative silence. She wondered if the winks he chanced her way were meant to indicate that he knew far more than he was letting on? Or was this simply his way of hiding his ignorance? Or, more likely she realized, it was probably his way of trying to silence her odd declarations without coming across as rude. He was a prince after all, and was clearly far better at social niceties than she would ever be.

Nodding gently towards Hubris, the dragon rolled the helmet into the water where the flames were immediately extinguished. Still, the bronze dragon waited for a moment before reaching in. The pool of water was warm, and surely the helmet would be as well having just been on fire. Hubris had no intention of burning his hands and then having to carry the helmet back to the Veins with blisters coating his palm.

"No. Once the helmet is cool we will be on our way. I think I can find my way out if you have other duties to attend to." She glanced towards the sky for a moment, then back to Erebos. "The way the wind rushes down off of the mountains would make flying out quite difficult. That's quite interesting." She mused, noting this strategic advantage the mountains provided. Having never been this far in the Basin before, she hadn't noticed this nature barrier. She imagined quite a few pegasi in the past must have found themselves unable to simply glide into the heart of the Basin.

With a whistle, Hubris gently reached for the helmet, judging it to be cool enough to carry. Just in case though, he breathed a layer of frost over it ensuring that it wouldn't burn him.

We can end here. Thank you!


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