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| Filly :: Tribrid :: 16.1 hands :: 2 Years |
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11-18-2012, 12:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2012, 01:00 PM by Israfel.)
for Azulee.
Long ladies' eyelashes flutter delicately together, an exquisite ballet of pale against a vermilion which reflects a vast and infinite blue. Sometimes they clamp shut, whether in fear or in pleasure it is uncertain, but the ultramarine sky (so finely painted, like the blue of a Monet) beckons to her, and what is a bird-hearted girl to do when the great vault of Heaven calls her, with so much potential for adventure and discovery and freedom?
It was Zaffre who taught her to ride the wind; Zaffre the blue, Zaffre, her mother's dragon. Countless afternoons were spent contemplating the moody void above the churning seas of her home from the perch of a treacherous cliff, imagining the savage mistral in her face, the feral winds whistling beneath her fragile pale wings like steeds of Hell. One day, after an era of landlocked and longing, of practicing with the birds and the dragons, she had jumped, and this was the first time she had thought death was imminent. Down, down, down the burning angel had fallen, like a comet, but once her wits had come to her and the finality of such a demise became clear, she unfurled her baby wings and up she went, carried by a zephyr, like a child of Zeus. She has never told anyone of this experience - not even mother, or Zaffre, for fear that it would become forbidden, and Israfel would hate to disobey mother.
So, today the sunchild rides the northern bora, the frigid fingers of winter creeping into her joints, frosting her whiskers and the ends of her gold-tipped hair. She is very far from home, the farthest she has ever dared to venture, and mother will begin worrying soon, once the sun begins to descend from his high throne, and the little goddess will have no-one else to watch her, and night brings dangers - she would definitely not want to make mother anxious. As soon as she lands for a break, the girl promises to herself and her ash-blessed dam, she will think about getting back to her dreary northern home, but for now, she flies, like she is born for flying; as if instead of blood or liquid light running through her veins and arteries and through her big red heart, she has wind, which propels her skyward and lets her become the boldest person she knows.
All angels get tired, however, and hours and hours of being skyborn does not bode well for the dainty body of a child, however divine she may be.
Gradually, reluctantly, Israfel Azardokht, daughter of the sun and defender of light and fire, begins her descent, plummeting downwards through the atmosphere like an old dog asked to pull a sled through Siberia; and far too soon the girl is where the clouds condense and the haze over the world begins to dissolve, where she can see the faintest pinpricks of trees and the milling about of people.
She returns to Loorien's crust in a pleasant early-afternoon, when the brume of morning begins to fade and the snow glistens like cold daggers in the sunlight. The albino finds herself in a ceaseless plane of graupel, half-melted by a gigantic pit of fire which sits nearby. Plumes of heat caress her, and she imagines it is her father embracing her - is this the place of his birth? She cranes her head to better see it - it is a gaping wound in the brittle earth, and in it lays thick, roiling fire. Attention piqued, the girl wills her long, dancer's legs into a canter through the grass, and as she draws closer to the flame, sweat begins to dribble down her body, but she does not mind this discomfort, for she feels the presence of her father more than ever.
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 hands :: 6 years :: Orangemoon HP: 65.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Valda |
12-05-2012, 09:54 PM
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Sunlight filtered down from the fathomless blue vault of the sky like slender fingers poking through the clouds. They caressed the world like a morning dew caresses the field, exalting the earthen canvas below with a shower of idllyic warmth. Azulee unfurled her mahogany wings, basking jubilantly in the fair weather, lobed ears pricked forward with interest as lanky limbs strummed softly against the thawing terrain. Eyes of vibrant cobalt peered out pensively ahead of her and with a unique sort of lightheartedness implicit of youth she rejoiced in her freedom, prancing along with blithesome unconcern. Mother had warned her about straying from the Dragon's Throat, but it was only natural for the young flicka to grow curious and disregard her mother's warning. The world beyond her desert oasis was vast and brimming with places and people to meet and its allure was far too potent for the child to ignore. It was with a pompous insouciance that she strode across the russet stone of her home and past the undefined borders of the Throat, wading through patches of budding foliage with her nose tipped to the sky. Her hooves clicked softly against the arid loam of the desert which soon coalesced into the dull crust of Helovia's Heart. The scent of smoke wafted unto her but she paid it little heed. Eyes of bright cerulean stared vacantly at the forest of saffron which spanned for what seemed to be an endless distance before her. A puff of air whirred from her nostrils, and she ruffled her wings, their magnitude already quite impressive for a filly of her stature. She assumed a bouncy canter, hooves clicking softly against the parched terrain. She could feel the wind as it breathed slowly through her feathers, coaxing her upward. Flight - it never ceased to amaze her. It was still a rather novel and daunting concept to the filly, and yet the desire to fly had come about naturally as the need to breathe. For a pegasus, few things would ever compare to such a marvelous sensation. To be one with the sky... it was a truly an indescribable feeling. Azulee pitied those who would never know for themselves. What she saw as she rose into the sky surprised her. The lightning child arced her body to the side, beholding breathlessly the gaping hole which gouged Earth's dark bosom like a wound. Fire churned within the crater and Azulee could feel the heat, even at such a far distance. She was used to it, even finding it to be comforting. She had grown up in a desert, afterall, constantly bathed in the seemingly unremitting warmth of the sun. Azulee wondered idly what her mother would think once she realized she had wandered from her protection. Her father said she was only so strict to keep her from harm but how would the belle ever learn if not from exploring? It was then that her gaze became anchored on another, and Azulee narrowed her eyes in focus - a filly like her! Ears flicked forward excitedly, and a whinny peeled from her lips. "Hey!" She uttered joyously as she neared the ground. Rather ungracefully the lightning child made her descent, tripping as her hooves made contact with the Earth once again. "Oof!" She exclaimed as her small body lurched forward. In a bout of childish clumsiness she tumbled forward, rolling obliquely onto her right shoulder and then rolling the rest of the way until she was right side up again. She blinked her eyes hazily as she laid for a moment with her legs splayed awkwardly before rising once again, shaking her wings and mane.
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| Filly :: Tribrid :: 16.1 hands :: 2 Years |
| Sparrow |
An opalescent glitter catches the demigoddess' eyes.
She bounds towards it, cloven hooves clacking rapidly against the parched earth. Perhaps she could bring it back to mother, to placate her. When the pale filly is upon it, she digs frantically at the dirt, managing to unearth roughly half of it until the comet disturbs her.
It crashes and tumbles in an ungainly mess of limbs and wings - and Israfel stands protectively over her rock, ears tipped back in warning. It had uttered an amicable hey, before its landing, but none of this registered in her head. There are a lot of things that could eat babies such as she, Mother had warned her, and it was a good thing she was blessed with magic. She blinks furiously at it - a roan filly with strange markings - attempting to make sense of her. "What are you doing?" she says as menacingly as she can, which truthfully, wasn't very. "Who taught you how to fly?" - the menace became pompous, and the filly glances toward the flames writhing in the hole pompously. A sly smile slid across her pink lips, much like a garden snake, sluggish with spring sun.
For a few moments, the demigoddess continued unearthing the gem nonchalantly, the muscles in her shoulders roiling over each other, like kittens underneath a pale blanket. When it was mostly uncovered, she nudges it lovingly out of its dirt cradle, admiring her work as it sits and glitters in the sun and the light of the fire. She glances up toward the lightning-filly, mischief in her vermilion eyes. "I'm Israfel," she offers casually - manners are very important, Mother insists, "wanna see what I can do?", her voice is lowered conspiratorially and she leans toward the other girl.
Regardless of the roan's answer, the white filly is suddenly trapped in a whirlwind of fire; she seems to disintegrate within it, and when it vanishes, only a single down feather is left in her traces. No sooner than she has gone, however, Israfel re-materializes behind her new friend in something similar to a funeral pyre. She is grinning maniacally, waiting for her to turn her head in surprise.
(so short ;__; I'm sorry)
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 hands :: 6 years :: Orangemoon HP: 65.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Valda |
01-06-2013, 07:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-06-2013, 07:34 AM by Azulee.)
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Azulee stood up and peered toward the filly without missing a beat, moving on as if nothing had even happened. The skin on her shoulder boasted minor abrasions from her tumble which stung slightly, but Azulee hardly paid them any heed, her attention absorbed by the other filly. "I taught myself, actually." She said proudly, smiling in a childish way with her head held high and her tail wagging. She watched then as her newfound comrade resumed her excavation of what would appear to be a jewel, tilting her head curiously as she went about investigating. "Is that a jewel?" She asked excitedly "It's like the one my momma has!" She exclaimed this with an excessive dose of exuberance, ears pricked forward as she beheld the artifact with electric eyes.
The other filly saw fit to introduce herself then, and Azulee found herself brimming with inquisitiveness. Before she could ask her question though, Israfel, as she called herself, leaned forward. Wanna see what I can do? Azulee nodded, looking around for a moment as if there was some big secret to be told. She was shocked to see her friend suddenly engulfed in a pillar of fire, and Azulee began to panic. "Is'afel!" She muttered, her legs splayed out awkwardly beneath her. She began to search frantically for the pallid girl who had stood before her only moments before, azure gaze flitting through the air as if following a hummingbird. She lowered her face to the ground where she had stood, sniffing the lone feather suspiciously. It was a very suspicious feather, indeed. Oh no. What am I to tell mother.
She thought she heard something behind her. Tipping her muzzle toward her hind end, she looked behind herself from beneath her barrel. Noticing an extra set of legs behind her own, she swiftly pivoted to see the filly. "There you are! How'd you do that?" She questioned, trying not to sound too impressed. "If you think that's cool, watch what I can do." Lightning child closed her eyes and focused hard, delving down within herself to summon her magic. The lightning which etched its way across her coat began to glow dimly, jolts of static causing her mane to rise from the curvature of her neck. She squeezed her eyes hard as she beckoned a figure about the same size as she to manifest beside her. It began first as a glob of electricity until four legs burgeoned forth from the mass. Soon came a neck and head as well as a tail not unlike Israfel's.
"Cool, huh?" She said, looking toward the demigoddess. Two wings protruded from the creature's sides, and a horn quite similar to Israfel's was situated on its static crown.
"I'm Azulee. Do you live in the desert too?"
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| Filly :: Tribrid :: 16.1 hands :: 2 Years |
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That explains a lot, she wants to say, but giggles softly instead with all the secrecy of youth. Zaffre had taught her to unfurl those gold-crusted wings and fly, and she did, and she loves her mother's little blue for it. Vermilion eyes watch the lightning child intently, wary of her energy and her exuberance. Her home is wet and dreary, and the girl supposes it got into her bones, hushing whatever loud girl within. A toothy grin adorns her chiseled-marble face, traced red with the nearby pit's favor.
The filly says her name, slurring the syllables until they were muddled and unrecognizable. Ears tilting back in irritation, the demigoddess gives her an ill-hearted frown. "Is-ra-fel," she says in a satire of patience. "It means the burning one," and then she is gone, whisked away by fire.
Lightning child's surprise brings a wicked smile on her lips. "My dad is the Sun god," she replies, the pride palpable in her high, girlish voice. Suddenly, blue flashes in her red eyes, and electricity crackles through the air like a palpable thing. The other's child insolence narrows Israfel's eyes, and she snaps at the azure caricature of herself, nostrils flaring with distaste. "No," she says, although wonder blooms at the back of her eyes, tracing her face. Hostility swiftly dissipates from her features, leaving an amicable veneer. She forgets her qualms and extends her pink nose towards the filly. Azulee, she commits the name to memory, gold-edged ears flicking backwards with thought. "I live on the World's Edge," the demigoddes lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You can die there." She lets a moment of dramatic silence to pass before them before she throws her head backwards to laugh, as warm and inviting as a flame.
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 hands :: 6 years :: Orangemoon HP: 65.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Valda |
01-14-2013, 07:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-30-2013, 11:08 PM by Azulee.)
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"The Sun God?" Her tone becomes ebullient. "My mom knows him!" The true gravity of Israfel's words is lost on the cherub. She stands before the daughter of a god, a demigoddess, yet her demeanor changes little. The lightning child watches then as Israfel beholds her static artwork, and is surprised by her response. Azulee raises an eyebrow at Israfel's aversion. No? Lobed ears tip back, discouraged by the pale filly's displeasure. "Oh." The figure flickers from existence, an audible sizzle of static attending a modest flash of light. Her posture softens, until her new friend speaks again and she hearkens herself. "Really?" She raises her eyebrow yet again, skeptical.
How does one live on the edge of the world? A puff of air erupts from her nostrils. You can die there. "How?" She asks, watching as Israfel pulls away and begins to laugh. What is so funny is beyond her. She feels the impulse to one up the pallid girl. With a flick of her tail and upon erecting her posture, she says, with renewed jubilance: "Well, I live in a Dragon's Throat, how cool is that?" The offence previously felt appears now absent from her thoughts.
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