07-28-2017, 06:23 PM
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07-28-2017, 06:23 PM
07-28-2017, 07:03 PM
another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated.
If everyone was more honest, the world would be a very different place. For instance, Otem would have been intrigued by the mildly psychotic mind of her new friend had she known about it. She might have even be willing to describe just how black her own soul was. But both girls were putting on a sugary performance for the benefit of the other, and so both filly's true personalities remained hidden. |
07-29-2017, 09:32 AM
From the dark mists around you comes first a sad, low tune. A rumbling song from a creature, most likely, unknown to you. From behind the great, dead tree the song echoes - foreboding and eerie. Something or someone in the mists knows you are here and it is uncertain whether or not it tolerates your presence.
Then the ground starts to shake and the air vibrates. Several sets of round feet are coming towards you. Through the mists you finally see them; a herd of gray-green animals with a splash of pink around their eyes and on their chins. They stampede towards you - intent on protecting their newborn calves.
The specotes are usually docile, gentle giants of sorts, but you have disturbed their nesting and now you must be fleet of foot to escape this furious horde.
Then the ground starts to shake and the air vibrates. Several sets of round feet are coming towards you. Through the mists you finally see them; a herd of gray-green animals with a splash of pink around their eyes and on their chins. They stampede towards you - intent on protecting their newborn calves.
The specotes are usually docile, gentle giants of sorts, but you have disturbed their nesting and now you must be fleet of foot to escape this furious horde.
the Rift
07-31-2017, 05:07 PM
07-31-2017, 05:47 PM
another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated.
Although Castiella's sudden bursts of giggles and the way her voice seemed to rise and fall, as if part of some bizarre sound, made her sound fairly untrustworthy, what she had to say did make a lot of sense. Nothing had happened to Otem when she came through the Rift, but that was probably more of an exception than the norm. Most she had seen and talk to had suffered from some sort of mishap, from small mutations to losing their magic all together. As Otem listened, still offput by her new companion's bizarre way of acting, she had to admit the girl probably had a point. |
08-01-2017, 06:33 PM
Keeping low and backing away slowly might have worked for you, silly fillies, had it not been for Castiella's chain. The enraged specotes are gripped with panic as their male leader fall victim to the snare. The adults of the herd roars in fear and the calves squeal.
Maybe the mother tree can hear her faithful dwellers’ cries or maybe it is only by chance, but a large branch falls from above; crashing down on the chain. If you are still holding it, o sweet filly, your teeth will be hurt maybe even one or two of them will break with the unexpected pull.
Another branch falls, clipping Otem’s left wing.
The herd has not been stopped. The downed bull kicks the chain away and rises in the midst of the panic. As he bellows out his anger a young calf is trampled at the back of the herd. Its mother is to panicked to notice.
The specotes are nearing Otem now, will Castiella help her? Will she be able to fly away with one injured wing? It seems the Rift purrs with delight around you and the malice in the air is almost tangible.
Maybe the mother tree can hear her faithful dwellers’ cries or maybe it is only by chance, but a large branch falls from above; crashing down on the chain. If you are still holding it, o sweet filly, your teeth will be hurt maybe even one or two of them will break with the unexpected pull.
Another branch falls, clipping Otem’s left wing.
The herd has not been stopped. The downed bull kicks the chain away and rises in the midst of the panic. As he bellows out his anger a young calf is trampled at the back of the herd. Its mother is to panicked to notice.
The specotes are nearing Otem now, will Castiella help her? Will she be able to fly away with one injured wing? It seems the Rift purrs with delight around you and the malice in the air is almost tangible.
the Rift
08-01-2017, 07:55 PM
08-03-2017, 02:57 PM
another mind, another soul, another body to grow old. it's not complicated.
Everything happened so quickly that to Otem's racing mind the roar of the specotes occurred in tandem with the branch falling onto her wing. At first the girl was too disoriented to do much of anything - the sounds were deafening around her, and as the herd moved steadily forward the ground seemed to pulse to the same rhythm as their furious bellows. It was Castiella's call to her that finally snapped Otem out of her reverie and back into the fray of the charging herd, and as comprehension slowly dawned on Otem, so too did the pain that fluttered maliciously up the left side of her wing and into her shoulder joint. |
08-03-2017, 05:30 PM
Oh Otem, sweet autumn child, you may hate to be wrong; but in this you are completely right. Castiella with all her swiftness and fast thinking does not help you in this situation. Alone a child of nature, such as yourself, might have excelled in this event, but oh how The Rift enjoys what your “friend” gets herself tangled up in. Castiella is the land’s favourite out of you two – if a land could have favourites that is.
The herd halters just in front of the two girls. The lead bull bellows at the sight of Castiella with the dead calf, he does not speak her language and cannot know what truths she speaks. But before rage takes a hold of the herd again, Otem and her sprites waltz up in front of them. The animals are visibly unsure of the ethereal beings. They back away slowly, nostrils flaring red and pink chins wobbling. A cow in the back of the herd bellows a low, sad tune and the rest of the adults starts singing with her as they back away into the dark mists. A requiem for their lost child.
Soon the song dies away and you girls are alone with the casualty of your mistakes…
The herd halters just in front of the two girls. The lead bull bellows at the sight of Castiella with the dead calf, he does not speak her language and cannot know what truths she speaks. But before rage takes a hold of the herd again, Otem and her sprites waltz up in front of them. The animals are visibly unsure of the ethereal beings. They back away slowly, nostrils flaring red and pink chins wobbling. A cow in the back of the herd bellows a low, sad tune and the rest of the adults starts singing with her as they back away into the dark mists. A requiem for their lost child.
Soon the song dies away and you girls are alone with the casualty of your mistakes…
the Rift
08-08-2017, 05:49 PM
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