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The stars wheeled overhead, and every day was as long as a life age of the earth...
This is what I would have you see, for shortly, if all goes well, the creature I am about to describe will soon be able to see his own tales as they unfold.
It is nightfall - but isn’t it always? The best laid plans always are unraveled under the brilliance of the moon and the caress of twilight. Beneath the face of the full moon, two creatures make their way into the veins. One, is an old broken thing, as the Goddess noted during their last encounter. For he is Myrddin the Haruspex, blinded by Knox and Manhatten all those seasons ago. He is accompanied by one so much younger, a lamb from his philosophical flock, who has agreed to walk his teacher into the veins. Without him, Myrddin surely would have died on the way. As they walked, Myrddin considered the Goddess of the Moon’s words...
Whatever it takes, know them better than they know themselves...Meet them and come to know them...
Whatever it takes... Oh yes, for it had taken much. Without sight, finding one who was joyful, had been a stroke of pure luck. Like a breath of fresh air, Myrddin had found Torasin and Kiba within the expanses of the Frozen Arch. The lad had told Myrddin something he found curious at the time, that he seemed to be simultaneously constrained by his environment, and yet that his happiness was fully within his control. At first Myrddin doubted whether it could be as the youngling described it, for if one is constrained by his environment, then necessarily his actions and alleged motives are merely the outputs of his environmental inputs. Though as the stallion spoke, telling Myrddin of the many he had lost along the way, and how he had grown tired of crying, the old Philosopher was forced to admit that it did indeed seem that the boy was making a cognitive effort to remain joyful.
The second fulfillment of his quest, had practically waltzed right up to Myrddin, offering his aid. While Myrddin was enjoying his morning bath in the naturally occurring hot springs of the Basin, the stallion Valentine had moped in. For all of his heartbroken ramblings and depressed sighs, the stallion had actually summed up his woes relatively poetically. I became overwhelmed, he had said, of the love that he felt for the Basin Lady, Psyche. Depression was such an odd emotion, for although, in Myrddin’s opinion, the fellow brought the situation entirely on him, and, in truth, he was better off knowing that the Lady did not return his affections, than to continue the useless charade, still he felt depressed. Ultimately, depression seemed like a very weak, and pathetic emotion. One, that even in his darkest days of being blinded, Myrddin was never reduced to.
And then there was Midas...As they walked, Myrddin sighed heavily with the thought of the crumbled pegasus. His very soul seemed to have been ruptured by some dark devil, of who the stallion did not know. His actions had done seemingly irreparable damage to Midas’ very being, due to the wounds inflicted upon his child. Myrddin had tried to console the creature, to introduce him to the idea that there could be nothing unnatural about the hateful fire growing within his breast, that truly there was nothing to apologize or feel shame over...and while the fellow had agreed that Myrddin’s words made sense, ultimately, the Philosopher felt as though he left Midas just as troubled as before. Only a confrontation with this dark devil would do the trick...
Myrddin could feel the ground beneath his hooves growing more rocky, signaling that they were closer to the Veins. The Goddess had told him that he must learn to see again...How his mind craved the opportunity to re-learn one of his primal senses...Tossing his bearded muzzle, he nosed Sin’s shoulder gently. ”You have done me a great service by bringing me here, youngling. Soon, I shall look upon your face, and give thanks.”
[Threads.
- Lover of the Light; Torasin - Joyful.
- What could have been love; Valentine - Depressed.
- The World has lost her way again; Midas - Vengeful.
Seeking passive darkxlight magic :: life-force echolocation :: ability to ‘see', by being able to sound out passive waves, and perceive the lifeforce of all around him.
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03-09-2013, 02:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-09-2013, 02:46 AM by Zikar-Sin.)
What a journey it had been for the Disciple and his Haruspex. Helovia was an unknown world to Zikar-Sin, a state of great power and mystery that shunned and scorned the dappled stallion ever since he took his first steps passed the Threshold of evergreens; he remembered vividly the harsh bite of the Winged one, the jarring kick of the Hornless. Sin shivered the think about it, how he had been attacked and disturbed in that quiet place without once provoking the poor mares to do so. He had been minding his own business, conducting his experiments in the peace of his own privacy; it was the Basin unicorns, back before they had a Basin to call home, that had accepted the dappled stallion and his admittedly alien ways. Was he so different from the bulk of equimanity? Was he such a rotten stump in the forest of souls that he was doomed to be segregated and shunned by those who deemed him a monster on sight? Was that truly his fate?
It was this irritation with the rest of the world—this hidden fear of persecution of his peers- that had kept Sin secluded in the heart of the Steppe, using the icy wind drifts to cover his trail and shadow from those accusing eyes. He found a life of comfort there and, surprisingly, he had found his calling, his true place in the world; he had become a true scholar and student in his chosen field of study, free and encouraged to pursue those experiments that were condemned by the rest of the world—and through those studies, he had found a master to take him under his wing and accept his strange psyche. Even now, though blinded and crippled in that way he might be, Myrddin had shown something else beautiful to Zikar-Sin; he had granted him a reason to step forth from the frozen safety of the Basin to trek upon the lands of Helovia, and see with eyes unclouded by fear at the marvels of the land. The thistle-laced hills, the crystalline creeks that writhed through the land, the crimson streaks of heat that pumped the life blood of the land—Sin saw this and amny more as he offered his assistance to the Haruspex, all the while gazing in awe with is mind buzzing with a dozen questions about the world. Who, what, when, where, why? He must know and ask these things, but he was contented simply in the opportunity of asking.
Sin wasn’t much in the way of a vain stallion; true, there were some things here and there, odd trinkets of the soul and yearnings of the mind that Sin wished to possess, but in the main Sin didn’t invest much in the pursuit of material gain. He had no particular wish for otherworldly power; he had no real desire for a lifelong companion to hang upon his heel and wither. He was content enough to be a Disciple of the Basin, and a student to the Haruspex Myrddin, that he didn’t feel he should wish for those things. It could be that Sin would never have gazed upon the rocky, floating paths laced and pulsing with docile blue land-blood, nor would he had gazed upon the grandeur of the Goddess’s shrine. It was ruined, surely, and yet there was still something profound about its presence, as though mocking the innermost core of Sin’s mortality with the knowledge of a greater existence. It was the feeling of being humbled by the presence of a God, and though Sin was rather humble on his own accord, this extra sensation of chastening threatened to painfully constrict his throat. He had never been so aware of his own humanity before.
*”You have done me a great service by bringing me here, youngling. Soon, I shall look upon your face, and give thanks.”*
Ah. So this was indeed the reason for their trek to the azure Veins—it turned out his master coveted something as well. Sin had wondered, over the course of the journey, just what his master had wanted so much to seek an audience with the immortal beings. He had refrained from asking, however, knowing that his answer would come if he but just watched and listened—just as it turned out. “It was a priviledge, master,” Sin said, feeling the touch Myrddin bestowed upon him and the great, warm surge of pride that bubbled from it, “I’m only glad that you have reached the end of your quest, and heartened to know you could trust me to help you reach your goal.”
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03-17-2013, 04:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-17-2013, 04:00 PM by God of the Moon.)
The GOD of the MOON
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"So you have returned," her voice comes like a whisper in the air. "Old man."
At the last breath of her voice, a purple mist begins to form in front of the boy known as Zikar-Sin. The droplets curl and figure, twist and form, until the lithe, elegant body of the Goddess takes shape. The stars seem to fall from the sky to twirl into strands of silver hair, falling gracefully from her nape and wisping over an ebony horn, twirled out of darkness. Her pupiless eyes look toward the stranger, and then back to the elderly he has accompanied. Her face is expressionless, unwavering, almost as if she were staring in boredom at a scene she knew all too well.
The God of the Moon.
She takes steps forward to stand closer to her company in the glowing realm of the Veins, her neat figure outlined with silver light of the moon above. Her feathery wings brush the air as she moves calmly toward the old man, not bothering to cast the other figure in her presence a glance until she is done with the elder grey. "You have completed my tasks well," she says knowingly, looking at him with lifeless eyes. There was no reason to poor energy into emotion for the blind. "If you can see what lies in the hearts of others, can you not already see their true faces?" Her words were like a gentle wind in the night air, quite but serious.
The lady of the night closes her eyes, and a shooting star falls from the night sky surges forth toward the Veins. The Goddess opens her eyes to look toward the dislodged star with no hint of worry, for before it crashes into the island and its company, the point of light bursts. Several thousand pieces of light fall like delicate rain onto the island, falling upon the white figure of the old stallion and the Goddess before him. "Breathe in the light from the stars. They will illuminate the spirits around you and guide your way through this world."
Glancing over her shoulder toward the white-eyed stallion, the Goddess turns her head to view him. "You are kind for bringing him here," her voice is quiet, almost as if she did not speak at all. "May the stars above guide you when you are lost." And with that, the Goddess of the Moon disappears in a gust of wind, as if she had never arrived.
[ Myrddin has received the DarkxLight ability requested. Zikar-Sin can see better at night (partially in color and more detailed) until the end of Tallsun. ]
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The words of the Goddess drown out any hope that Myrddin might have had to respond to Sin's heartfelt words. So filled with an instantaneous claustrophobia was he, that the only thing the white stag could focus on, was her. Her soft words and instructions barely quelled the mounting storm within his breast, that screamed out for his sight to be returned. It was as if the darkness that was his world, had suddenly grown darker. The world felt smaller somehow, and had Myrddin been able to see the stars as they rained down upon him, he might have thought it was coming to an end.
Still, the old philosopher did as he was told. With a weary sigh, the old man drew a ragged breath, filling his lungs with star-stuff. The effect was instantaneous, but blinded him in another way. The world around him suddenly appeared so bright, that Myrddin stumbled to the left as his vision suddenly swam with impulses for the first time in months. Turning his beared muzzle towards the Goddess, he cried out like a babe, and immediately cast his eyes away. To the rest of Helovia, she appeared as a poised, lavender creature of unspeakable beauty, to Myrddin however, she was quite something else. Her body appeared to be an ethereal mist of bright white light, swirling and conforming around a figure that was vaguely equine, but due to the bleeding of light around the edges, it was hard to tell. Her lights were like pinpoints that burned into the very fabric of the universe, seemingly to reveal some hallowed light that was not of his world.
He could see.
But it was not just that he was seeing, he was see life. Later, he would reflect that it made sense that the Goddess simply appeared too bright for him to look at directly - she was immortal after all. The light that she cast seemed to infect and infuse all around her, if only momentarily. Looking back to Sin, his milky-white eyes, now glistening with an almost twilight-coloured sheen, looked upon his young charge for the first time. Sin's lifeforce appeared to pulse with a steady, and less frenetic light. Although he was wholly outlined in a silvery light, the source ebbed from within his chest, as well as from his eyes. Myrddin could not see colours, or perhaps just not yet, but he could make out the odd swirl of a horn that Sin possessed, and his boyishly good looks. Baffled, the philosopher could do nothing but stare.
As the Goddess departed, dulling the area for a moment, Myrddin cast his gaze back around, to inspect the veins with his new eyes. The world appeared gray to him, humming with a life-force of its own. Rocks and the like appeared black in his vision, whereas all else appeared to have a fine silvery outline, and a stronger pulse indicative of the lifeforce within. Snorting, his breath leaving his mouth in a ragged pulse, Myrddin once again turned to Sin. "It's...beautiful." He murmered, his voice rough but melodic sounding. "And you!" His new-eyes studied his young charge with great interest, as if trying to memorize each line of his face.
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