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02-19-2013, 02:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-19-2013, 02:22 PM by Random Event.)
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It begins with a stone in the ice. A silver-blue stone colder than its prison that glows even through it thick casing. For so long it has lain dormant, awaiting the rise of one to understand its power. Only recently has such a mind emerged, fresh from the fire of a painful lesson. She has been abandoned, and now the small stone trapped in the ice has come to keep her company.
Above its faint shadow, the ice cracks. In the frozen ground a rift forms, and the faintly glowing light dances across the dust. Faint particles of snow, perpetually floating on the surface of the steppe, swirl above and across the rift. Softly, a song begins.
It is quiet and low, building from the arctic wind until it becomes a howling chorus. It draws closer the mind of the gentle and clever Ophelia, pulling her to the source of the song. The long wait is soon to be over.
The ice of the steppe soon begins to glow a blue all across its surface. The night is illuminated by a light from below, all from a small stone that has rested for countless years in the ice. Never noticed; simply a pebble forgotten, discarded once by a trickster seeking magic. But the magic had sought him, and the stone had robbed him. Now it shakes in the earth, widening the rift and creating fractures from its base. The magic of the thief stirs within it until the rock threatens to shatter the entire steppe. The song is silent for one, solitary moment.
Then there is a bellow heard across the land; a painful cry to the mare of ice and snow. A cry to be found.
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| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.0 hh :: 6 Years HP: 77 | Buff: BULK |
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Tinek :: Royal Silver Dragon :: Frost Breath & Shock Breath
Tamme |
Ophelia needed to clear her head. The only place she knew that could offer her solace in this time of internal conflict was the Frostbreath Steppe. Cloven hooves settled in the snow, a permanent and pristine fixture in the north, and she exhaled. Tension, almost visible moved out of her body in the frosty cloud, and a smile tugged at her gray lips. She closed her strange, dual colored eyes and then continued forward, her thick, white and crimson tail trailing behind her. The mountains in the distance now served as the shrine at which she worshiped though the Sun God was no longer the object of her prayers. Instead, she chose logic and rationality, history, calculable, quantifiable fact.
Tinek flew quietly above, dancing in the billowing wind. Stress and uncertainty fell off of her body like cascading weights, and her steps freed. An errant though, not of her own making, entered into her mind. Keen, crimson dragon eyes spied something in the distance, glowing in the ice, and she furrowed her brows. Many times had Ophelia traversed these plains of snow and never once had she seen anything glowing.
The young mare picked up a brisk trot, the loose and supple gait carrying her deeper into the mountains until the glowing was right in front of her eyes. She watched as the ice began to crack, taking a few steps backward. Ophelia watched warily as the light would be freed, not knowing its origins or intentions. A song however, draws her near, akin to the howling of the winds, harmonizing with the elements of ice and breeze. Auroras danced across the sky, stars sparkling brightly, but the light suddenly spread rapidly beneath the snow and ice, glowing. A halo of blue outlined her figure, and she looked beneath her cloven hooves in awe.
Never would she forget this beauty. A rift. A rift like the one in her dreams. A cracking in the earth like the one that swallowed Mauja whole and cast him from her mind roughly began to form on the ice. And she leapt to the side, gritting her teeth, hating not knowing. She braces her bones against muscle, using Tinek's eyes to see for her from above until the sound of cracking and music pauses. Ears turn with shocking speed as a cry resounds. Her compassionate heart throbs in unison with the echoes, and she needs no incentive to run. Alabaster pinions churn with a lengthy stride, chasing the location of the cry. The desire to know ate at her, and with every step, the ache for an answer grew.
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CARRY YOUR CROSS
And I'll carry mine. Dig your own hole and you'll be fine.
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roni
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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Please tag me in every response!
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02-21-2013, 10:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-21-2013, 10:57 PM by Random Event.)
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As her hoofbeats strike the glowing ice, the stone stirs. Each pelting of her weight across the surface of the steppe, each flicker of ice as it flashes in the midnight light and flies up in her wake, ignites the spirit within the stone. It climbs the atmosphere slowly, hovering at first only slightly above the earth. But as she grows closer, it flies farther and faster. The song increases in intensity as the stone rises in altitude, until at last the chorus is as encompassing as an organ in a locked room, and the bright stone seems to be nothing but a star.
And then the stars fall.
All at once they drop from the auroran sky to hit the earth as little sugary droplets of light and cold flame. They rest on the ground around Ophelia like freshly fallen flakes of snow. The essence of the stone is everywhere; in each and every fallen star which lies on the ice looking just as if it were plucked from the sky. They are no giant beings, no burning, engulfing monsters of space. They are little lights to brighten the night. They are memory. They are peace.
And as they shine their light and dance in the blue illumination of the steppe, they create pictures. Picture of memories and moments, each of which adding a new note to the symphony of her beckoning. Every moment of her life is suddenly displayed before her across the vast stretches of the steppe. The beauty of it all is overwhelming; the gravity of the situation intensified. The trickster in the ice flashes the life of tortured young mare before her eyes; slowly and painfully, drawing out each moment in a single star, repeating days and weeks and single seconds that tore her apart.
And then there are happier times: Moments as a filly with her sister, days spent with Tinek, and nights spent on a journey. But of them all one stands out the brightest- the moment where a small, glowing stone broke to pieces to deliver unto her a gift.
As the future plays itself out it becomes reality. The stone, risen from the earth and fallen from the sky, fragments and releases a magic stolen long ago. The magic of memory entwines with her soul; the glittering pieces of shattered rock fly to meet her and catch themselves in her mane. And though the transfer complete, the worthy found at last, the stars stay for a few moments more. For a time, her life continues all around her, dancing in mirages of light.
Then all is black and the night is still. The song ends at last and the trickster's mind rests for eternity, its magic settled in the heart of its match.
[[Congratulations! Ophelia has been granted the magical upgrade to prevent her mind from being tampered with by the magic of the lost stone. The blue shiny stone has shattered and wrapped itself in her mane and tail, and will sparkle in moonlight. The stone may be permanent if you wish, or can fall out when she first uses her magic.]]
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