Mirror Problems [Open]

Mirror Problems [Open]

Zikar-Sin Posts: 78

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8

M.E.

01-15-2013, 01:47 PM

The valley's warm embrace wrapped itself around Zikar-Sin's body as the dappled boy made his way back to the pungent, sulfuric mists that characterized the home of the Basin unicorns. He welcomed the soothing caress of the hot springs, his body aching and his hooves frozen after the chilling impact of the lands beyond. He longed to bathe himself in the springs and will himself to relax; to clear his mind of those tentacles of confusing, shattering thoughts-- Tolio was imprinted on his mind as though branded behind his eyes, and Sin didn't quite know how to feel about that fact. He was a pleasant stallion to be around, surely, but Sin had never been effected like this by any one individual. His mind was on the chestnut stallion, and had been ever since he arrived home, and while he certainly fancied Tolio, it was a new and scary experience and Sin was twisting his thoughts in circles trying analyze it. He was giving himself a migraine.

As he neared the basin springs, Sin took a curious look towards the caves. He chuckled to himself, thinking of his time spent there; how he was being schooled by the Haruspex, how he had sent a little foaling over that way, encouraging her to have a rest after a long, tiresome trek through the snow to a place that offered them protection and brotherhood...

Sin's eyes widened to great glass orbs; an eerie sensation crawled both ways through his spine, a ghostly sort of touch that forced his entire being to shiver at his very core. But he knew this sensation; this time, he could recognize it from prior experience. Sin remembered: Standing there before Tolio, slack-jawed and tongue-tied, he had felt this very same sensation, and he remembered what the chestnut stallion had muttered in wonder.

....Mauja?

All thoughts for the hot springs forgotten, Sin bolted for the caves, making for a place he had never tread before; the Cave of the Mirror. He didn't know why he was drawn there; but it was as though an invisible hook and caught itself behind Sin's navel and was pulling him forward, coaxing him into that forbidden place. As he drew near, a familiar scent crossed him: Myrddin. Of course his scent would be all over the place; he WAS the Haruspex after all. Though as Sin rounded the corner and glanced into the Cave, he saw a most curious sight: the old, blind Wise One, kneeling before a molten pool that churned and bubbled underneath, a shadow and a silken voice whispering throughout the tunnel. Come....Come...

"SIR!"

This was wrong, all of it was wrong; every nook and cranny of Sin's body screamed and begged for its possessor to leave this place at once and not to look back. The cold was constricting, suffocating; Sin took shallow breaths and willed his legs to move towards his superior, every step a rebellion to his instinct. The shadow continued to dance about and whisper seductively, and Myrddin's horn was piercing the surface of the twinkling, shattered pool, and Sin knew, somehow, that this was wrong, dreadfully wrong.

"...sir?" he pleaded, his voice broken.

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