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The voices told me to - Varuna - 05-16-2018 Varuna was no stranger to the whispering voices of the rift. As a child, orphaned as he was, they haunted him many a night, eager to prey upon one so frail and alone. As he grew, they quieted. In fact, he had grown to ignore them almost entirely, much like the seafarer becomes deaf to the sigh of the tide. Of late, they became much harder to ignore, much louder in their insistence and more enticing in their temptations. They baited him with promises of power and magic, which at first meant nothing to him and he flicked his ears at them in effortless dismissal, like water off a duck's back. But the forces of the rift were incessant. Soon enough the voices became too nagging to forget and Varuna set out to oblige their odd whims, if only out of sheer curiosity - and an odd sense of loyalty to the presence that was always there (unlike those who had left him to be alone in the world). They lead him to the ocean, a familiar haunt of his childhood. When first he had been dumped into this place between worlds there was a rain that never ended, not for what felt like an eternity. So it was again. Varuna was not so bothered by the weather, being a creature of the storms his mother commanded. He was grateful the dreadful Scorch had ended at last, and with his sanity intact. Mostly, anyway... Afterall, he was chasing phantom voices to odd ends of the earth. He arrived on the key in the midst of a soft drizzle: an interlude to the violent storms that had raged for the past week or so. They had let up just long enough to allow him to fly. The rain dribbled softly on his wings, which had only just become strong enough to carry him steadily in the air. He alighted in the shallows, ruffling his wings before bending them to his flanks. The water was cold as it sloshed around his ankles. As he looked about, he found himself pulled to venture deeper into the sea. For a long while he watched and pondered the dark and angry reaches, frowning at him from a distance. He remembered the giant serpent on the shore of the Rainforest Cliffs, when the matron had called upon them to deliver their hope. She'd even given him some of his own hope to carry, which he had taken to Halyven and disappeared shortly after, but that is irrelevant now. He wondered if the giant serpent lurked about these dark waters just out of sight, and if perhaps the voices had baited him to be monster-fodder. At least the rift had a sense of humor. With a shake of the head and a bit of reckless abandon, he waded headlong into the deep blue. Thunder rumbled in the sky afar as the water rose first to his knees and then to his chest. There he stopped, swaying in the current, hooves grappling the sand. His heart drummed in his ears as he noticed dark shapes stirring about him. They were no more than a foot long, but there was no saying what sort of beastlings lurked in the wild waters of the rift. He was not fearful (Varuna didn't much care if he lived or died; he was not so sure he was really alive in the first place) but excited, intrigued, as he reached down to touch one with his nose... ooc; Trial, "Float on a Velella" RE: The voices told me to - Rift Presence - 05-24-2018
You lack fear, but this in turn makes you foolhardy and a danger to yourself. The creature you seek drifts lazily along the rolling ocean’s surface, just a little further out of reach; naridon and pistris stalk silently through the shallows, and the bright-witted velella look to avoid their savage jaws. The dark shapes which have caught your notice instead, are different (though the adults are similarly sized). Your nose dips naively towards the water, inching nearer to a small, beautiful shoal of surface-seeking crazed cuttle, colourful and squid-like to behold. To your fearless, inexperienced eye they should seem harmless, their elegant flight through the waters even mesmerising—surely they present no threat? Further afield, beneath the slow, gliding velella, larger, more sinister shadows lurk… RE: The voices told me to - Eira - 05-24-2018
@Varuna - she doesn't have a horn yet, ignore the picture lol RE: The voices told me to - Varuna - 05-24-2018 Bright colors dart to and fro below the melancholy-gray waves, stirred into a foam by the wind. It whips his hair all into his face and carries with it so many smells it is hard to make out any one in particular. Even if it were otherwise, Varuna likely wouldn't care. He is mesmerized by the glowing, alien bodies that seem lured toward the dark shape of him (whether out of curiosity or some more nefarious reason remains to be seen). Varuna, ever the scientist, is set on finding out. He extends a forelimb, lifting a hoof to wave it at the animals. They dart away quickly but come right back. Some even skim past him, cold and slippery on his skin. A voice, distant and wraithlike—barely a mutter rising up from the deep—insists he investigate farther. He lowers his ghost-of-a-muzzle so what whiskers he has bristle the surface of the small but frantic waves. The water itself seems to react, lapping excitedly at his flanks as he draws in a breath of salty air and plunges—first his muzzle and then past his eyes—below the surface. His ears bob just barely above the waves. He peels his eyes to get a look at them. At first, there is a sting, but soon enough they adjust. White bubbles burst up from the gaping hole where his nose used to be and the squid dart away, bright smudges of color in his vision. Then, there comes another voice from somewhere inside of him—not his own voice, but the voice of a filly, and Varuna briskly emerges. It is too loud and too tangible to belong to the phantoms of the rift (the voices he is used to). He draws his head up tall, water dripping from his chin, his eyelashes, his mane, as he blinks the brine from his vision and searches all about him for where it came. There: a pale blue shape up on the beach. Varuna snorts, peering down the bridge of his nose as he inspects her. He squints his eyes, wondering for a moment if it was in fact her or if he is imagining things. Then her voice comes again and Varuna quirks a brow, ears retreating into the heap of mane on his neck. It's dangerous out there, you know. Of course he knows that. He levels a critical stare in her direction, unhappy with the invasion... his skin crawls with the feeling of another in his mind... can she hear him as well? Get out! he growls internally, thrashing his nose in emphasis, his features bent into unfriendly angles. He flares his too-large wings at her, black feathers sweeping the seawater—a display of weaponry; a warning. / ooc ; it's not the greatest but yay! glad to thread these two again @Eira RE: The voices told me to - Eira - 07-17-2018
@Varuna - she doesn't have a horn yet. I'm really sorry :[ Let's get this finished for his trial. |