12-23-2017, 11:12 PM
aurelia
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aurelia
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Put the flowers in your hair / wrap your tendrils 'round my chest
The past few months had been a blur of darkness and strange neon things—she had retreated within herself, burrowing into the warm folds of paranoia as if it was a lover's embrace. She had hidden herself in places where the darkness would not find her, trying to preserve whatever remained of the light within her soul. The raven had sought solace with her too; they had lived through dark days together, and regardless of the broken state of the bond that once held them, at least they would remain physically close. He was high above her now, flying above the mists in an attempt to ascertain what lay below. Then she heard the call. Thingol was long out of sight, so she could not possibly know what the nature of this strange call was. However, Loth knew in the pit of her heart that she must heed it. She had half a mind to call the raven back to her, but decided against it, hoping that he would follow the summoning as well. The roan girl picked up a brisk trot, long black legs devouring the sun-scorched terrain before her. She began to see a trickle of other souls materialize around her, the very same look of wonder glittering in their eyes. It was then that she saw it—an enormous tree, perhaps the largest she had ever seen, scraped the sky. Improbable snowflakes fluttered gracefully in the air, and she realized that her cloven hooves were sinking into snow. A little smile, perhaps the first in a long time, lit up her face, and she slowed to a walk. Perhaps it was time for the girl to forget past grievances and let happiness envelop her for once. From above, a pale form swooped from the skies, landing on the very tip of her pearly horn. There are elephants ahead! Her purple eyes widened—she had not head that voice in what seemed like years! I can hear you! Spurred by joy, the mare threw a jubilant buck, sending the white raven laughing into the snowflake-laden air. Loth cantered to the tree, sending snow flying onto all that she passed. She did not slow until she approached the three matrons standing regally before the giant tree. The girl stopped, favoring the elephant-like beings with a gracious smile. All those around her were lending offerings to the tree, so why couldn't she? Flowers pushed their vibrant heads through the snow around her, and an idea formed in her head. Make a bouquet to hang on the tree, she told the raven. Thingol picked a substantial amount—snowdrops, calendulas and winter jasmine—tied them off with a piece of vine, and flew to the tree, hanging the offering on a high branch. "" |
and the dreams — that are answered. rexanna
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SAPPHIRA
Mama and I have stuck fairly close together, specially after it seems my twin sister Ceto has not made it through the portal. This heat however was worse than the cold of Drench... Mama was lucky being lighter while I was not only darker in coloration but heavier in build. Daenerys, Mama's bonded has kept me company for much of the last few months while Mama stayed close by. But as we sought relief from the heat.... Well, we found it in the form of "SNOW!" I exclaim as we enter the bubble that seemed straight out of Drench... But yet wasn't as freezing cold as that horrid season. I bounced around for a few moments before falling back in next to Mama. She seemed to have her eyes set on a gathering until.... Her head jerks to the side and her eyes to Daenerys I can hear you too! I look confused for a moment as Mama bounces around in place for a moment before I understood.... Mama has told me her bond to Dae had been off since we arrived here. It must be fixed! One day, if you ever get the chance to bond you will understand. Her words confirmed what I was already wondering. I smiled and we continued over to the group. Went we got over there, Dae took Mama's necklace off her antlers and put it on the tree. I followed suit, moving forward but having nothing to offer. I then move back to Mama's side and dip my antlered head in thanks. "Talk." Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. - Proverbs 31:30(NIV) and more than one! |
The Tree of Light
There was a permanent grin spread across the greyish skin of the eldest Matron as those came and gathered. The first to approach was Roscorro, offering a charm from his mane in his taloned hands. The creature to the left of the eldest reached with delicate precision and gripped the item from the stallion and placed it on a bough of the tree in a place where he could see it as the decorating began. As he prayed, they all dipped their heads in encouragement. Next was K'yarie, the smile remaining on the eldest Matron's lips as she watched the sway of the girl as she approached, offering a glowing sphere. The eldest Matron nodded a quiet thanks before trying to direct the ball of light to another part of the tree. Then Ruwin approached, offering one of his precious machine. The Matron's eyes crinkled in happiness at the gift as she reached for it with her trunk and placed it on a lower hanging branch and turned back to the crowd. Then there was young Otem. She approached after the girls companion took the trinket to the tree to offer it. As she did so, the eldest Matron aimed to press her soft, though battle warn trunk, against the girl's brow if she allowed, before lowering it to grasp the necklace and place it against another tree branch. Then she turned back to the girl with a soft smile. "It will get better. Just keep trying." She offered the girl in a quiet rumble. "Your family is always with you, never forget that." The eldest Matron offered once more before Otem left her for the next. Calypso appeared, her companion offering to hang the trinket herself - which the Matrons allowed, watching Calypso and her daughter with soft eyes. As she thanked them, the eldest Matron dipped her head in thanks and understanding. Soon after, Kiada appeared with her companion, the bird taking a trinket to decorate the tree as Calypso's companion had. The eldest dipped her head to the girl in quiet thanks and understanding, and perhaps a sparkle of excitement beneath those old eyes as if she couldn't say how the Helovian's would react to working with Kisamoa, but hoping that it would help ease some of the worry the girl felt. Waker approaches after the distant roar of thunder, only to have his body glow. The Matron offers a grin of understanding and thanks, angling it toward his direction as if it was enough of a gift for her. Then, the small and bold Gwyn approaches. The eldest Matron lowered her head toward the girl as if to appear less intimidating, offering a small loop of hair on a tree branch before approaching Roscorro. It was enough for the Matron, and she offers a small happy smile to the young girl. The eldest Matron watches as Rikyn appears, stepping toward the tree and offering a ring as well as his deer-like companion. The Matron's also offer him a dip of their heads in gratitude before he began to move on. The next to approach was a golden pegasus, one that looked as though she had seen the world. The Matron smiled, noticing the swell of the belly of life within and dipped her head to the woman of understanding and hope that despite the harshness of the world that everything would go alright. She offered a locked, gilded and beautiful as a decoration addition to the tree. They dipped their heads to her as well as she offered a prayer and moved on. The next was Lothiriel, cantering to the front of them. An amused smile and twinkle of light creased the eldest Matron as the woman smiled to them. Her bird-like companion scooped up a few of the flowers Lothiriel had created and tying them swiftly, managed to place it hanging on the tree. The eldest Matron watched the bird with quiet pleasantness, before offering a dip of her wrinkled head of thanks of the girl. Soon after, another woman appeared, immensely surprised with the restoration of the tree. A small sad smile found the Matron's lips as she turned her attention to Taivas. "It is magic, and unfortunately won't last long after we leave." A sorrowful sound quipped the ends of her voice, but she offered the girl a smile nevertheless as she said thank you and dipped her head. Then, she offered a small amount of silver and pieces of her mane to place along the tree. Then, another golden creature approaches the gathering, frantic and sad - but there was hope, melding along the edges of her worry. And as the woman's companion raced to place a small trinket on the tree, the Matron smiled toward Rexanna with happiness and thanks. As the woman offered her prayer and moved to where someone she likely hadn't seen in awhile, the Matron's surveyed the gathering slowly and hopefully, pleasant that it had worked and hoped they would enjoy the gifts they received. “Talk” |
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Magic:: Can summon black barbed wire that lashes out like a whip ability to make it rain blood that burns on contact other wise I have no idea surprise me xD Talk |
Abigor
He stood in the shadows watching everyone silently with golden and scarlet eyes narrowed. Black dragon scales and spikes had sprouted over his whole back since he had come to the rift. Now he didn't even really need his dragon cloak; he had his own set of scales. He smirked to himself as he watched others clustered around the three strange creatures. They were all so happy and excited chattering like horny birds. He rolled his eyes, 'So happy and carefree, well just wait till I'm older.' One day he would be a lord they all feared, even if he didn't technically rule them. He thought about creeping away and was just about to when he saw gifts being passed out. His ears pricked and eyes flashed greedily. Now this was something he could get excited about. His lengthening tail swished excitedly as he made his way forward. Ignoring any odd looks he might get he pushed his way towards the front and stared boldly up at the tusked creatures. What would they give him? 'It better be something good.' He watched the things, ignoring everyone else. Now if someone were to speak to him, Abigor would surely look at them and might reply. |
R I X E N It was a hot Scorch day, and so I had taken to the trees to hide in the coolness of their shade. Beneath the leafy canopy, the forest grew densely, with all manner of vibrant-colored plant growing in every direction. Pushing my way through a particularly large cluster of shrubs, I continued on my way down a sort of path that had formed between the trees. I had been walking through the forest when I heard the sound of voices. Curious as to where they were coming from, I did my best to follow the sounds, swivelling my silver-tipped ears in order to determine what direction I should be heading in. The foliage cleared away to reveal a group of horses gathered around a large tree, decorating it with many objects. At the base of the tree, several creatures who towered above even the tallest horse stood, handing out gifts. I only recognized a few of the faces before me, Otem, Kiada, Aurelia, and the rest were not familiar to me. Where in the Rift had so many different and curious creatures come from just to strew all of their personal belongings about this ordinary tree, I thought. I didn’t know what was going on, exactly, but I decided to contribute. Creeping from the shelter of the bushes, I stepped into the sunny clearing. I was a stranger among strangers, and for once I kept it that way. Without a word, I approached the tree, thinking of what I had to contribute. I had only one possession: my golden helmet. I wasn’t eager to part with it, but it was all I had. Besides, the tree would look nice with a little more gold on it. Tipping my head, and shaking it a little, I allowed the helmet to slip off onto the forest floor. I plucked it up in my teeth, approaching the tree slowly. When I reached the Matrons, I smiled as best I could. "May I?" I asked through the helmet. They nodded to me in approval and I reached up to place the helmet on a thick branch. Stepping back, I bowed my antlers to offer a silent prayer. When finished, I took a moment to admire the entire tree and all of our collective trinkets that decorated its branches, which gleamed gold and silver in the sunlight. "Talk." they heard me singing and they told me to stop quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock |