Last breath of a survivor

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[DROP] Last breath of a survivor

Faelene Posts: 297

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 :: 9 Buff: NOVICE

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09-10-2013, 01:20 AM (This post was last modified: 09-10-2013, 01:22 AM by Faelene.)

While there was not the true sense of silence, the only thing finding its way to her ears was the harsh breathing of the doe. A sound that proved she was alive, and yet it was only a matter of time until her body failed her. Heavy waves, somber, and unsettling of how fragile all life was hung about like a thick mist. The fading of those lights eventually would send them once more into the deep, darkness. The lack of light was nothing new, but it saddened her, this fate that couldn't be undone. Another light taken. The maiden was determined not to let fear wreck havoc upon her. The red maned didn't know if she should be the one to entrust with such a gift, but she too wanted to do what she could for the doe, the child and soon to be bonded. The tips of her ears drew back, wishing anyone would guarantee the protection she sought. Hardly one for promises, she only made a vow in her heart to do her part whether large or small.

Swiftly, the instructions were given. The orb needed a nest, right here, right now. There were words that cut her wrong. Have to leave it? Why, would they have to? Whoever received it would surely stay here, such a treasure to watch over. This wasn't time for questions. Faelene began to think what would be best. All things went still in her mind. A second task? This was what made the air (even warmer than the Basin) feel cold against her skin, in her very blood. All she could picture was a monster, a beast that fed in the shadows that would think nothing of the precious orb, let alone a hoofed protector. With the doe's final warning Faelene too set off to do a search.

Using silver eyes, she glimpsed in the dark looking for a hollow tree, or a live one with a hole. Or even a burrow among roots, or rocks. Those couldn't be moved, and lack of time she immediately dropped those ideas. All she could think of was the need of a huge rock. Aware she had passed one, she traces steps, ignoring the brush that scraped at her legs. Her eyes kept skittering around for a piece of grey.

Aw ha! There was the jagged face, spotted with moss here and there. The problem was getting it back, but in this task she didn't need to pretend a life counted on it. Easing her breathing, closing her eyes, she began feeling the air around her. Slowly trying to pull out the energy surrounding. Suddenly, bumps from the chill form beneath her thickening coat. Like a conductor the broken magic sends a light electric pulse through her veins, making her limbs jolt. Carefully, open eyes, she begins to focus on the rock, and feels the fickle magic begin to reach out, building. The stone begins to move, dragging against the soil, and then lifts, hovering few inches before crashing down. The red maned continues to stare, sweat beginning to form beneath her bangs while she again tries to force the rock backward. It rips through the ground, going a little further on its crooked path, rising just so before falling. Proud, and yet tired she decides to do the rest with other strength. Neck bent down, she prods it with front hooves, rolling it along in its awkward tumble.

Coming to the gathering, she gives it a final shove by a tree. This one large enough she could hide behind it. In a hurry all her own, paying little attention to anything else, she begins to dig at the base of the trunk, where the ground is highest. A hole is soon made, not quite twice the size of her hoof, while the length almost reaches her cannon bone. Satisfied, she beings to collect pine cones, crushing them, before shoving the pieces inside. Knowing it needs more softness, insulation, she starts to clip at nearby brush, getting the thick parts of leaves rather than sticks to set on top. Forcing some green bits down, into a tighter pack, she leaves some to place over the orb. Trotting over to the doe, Faelene respectfully dips her head, and begins to explain her nest. "A hole at the base of that large tree will keep the child safe from the rain, and direct sun. The ground, crushed pine cones, and leaves will insulate it from strong temperatures, and yet keep it from suffocating. Shall you choose it, the rock will go enough over the hole to keep varmints from stealing, and larger creatures from crushing." If someone had a better idea she hoped they came forward.

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive