Eira...
One night, as she slept pressed against the feather-cloaked shoulder of the slumbering colt, the rain began to fall. A thick blanket of pregnant grey clouds had amassed across the sky, marking the beginning of Drench and even before she rose the next morning, the rainforest they had been sheltering in for weeks had been transformed into a misty, water-logged wonderland. Much of the rain fell upon the vast canopy up above, but sweet sounding rivulets and great gushing overflow made certain that the thirsty earth waiting beneath, was thoroughly inundated too. Eira’s blue eyes opened in fright as a giant leaf tipped overhead and a flood of freezing water rushed down upon her head. Frightened at first, she stumbled hurriedly to her hooves, though as she paused to absorb the almost unbelievable transformation around her, a bright smile overwhelmed the frown folding into her face. There was a sweet, clean scent upon the air and the filly’s narrow nostrils sucked away at it greedily; then down they plunged beneath a spray of startled fluid and up lifted those tattered wings that had been wrapped safely and tied for many days beyond her reach. The quiet girl fluttered and fanned each long feather, cavorting and bathing in one falling stream and then another. It had been so long since the mud had been stripped from her shaggy, light-blue coat, since the skin beneath the caked layer of sweat and salt, had been cleansed enough to breathe; the feeling was delicious, and for most of those early hours, she did nothing more than play in the shower. By mid-morning, she was fossicking about the shade of cherry trees, searching for fruit that had ripened through the later months of scorch; these were a favourite food, and while in a general sense, she could span many days with no desire to eat, when these morsels were available she would binge quite contentedly on the succulent, red flesh. The excess water, repelled, to begin with by the stunned, dehydrated earth, was already carving a pattern of gently meandering, downhill channels towards the vicinity of the cliffs. Eira sipped gratefully, indulging in perhaps more than she really needed, and it was as her lips caressed the clean liquid that a leaf barreling down one such steam, caught her eye. Aboard it was a tiny, worm-looking creature, like nothing she’d ever seen before. It was long and decidedly plump, striped in an ostentatious style with pretty neon hues, and still more curious were the intermittent sprouts of long hair along its body that were soaked and dragging along behind the boat. The creature was saturated, and visibly uncomfortable. Though the filly couldn’t quite make out which end was its head (both had wavering red antennae and giant black blobs which could possibly have been eyes), the one towards the back of the hurtling leaf, was airborne and waving about in distress - Eira realised, as it drew closer, that the caterpillar would be thrown from the clifftop if she didn’t step in and help. The rescue went horribly askew, as the merciless course of water seemed more determined than ever to carry away its victim. She placed her hoof in its middle once, twice, but each time is split in two and deviated snuggly around her obstruction; exasperated, the young winged horse fought back. As the leaf and its prisoner scooted by at speed, Eira turned upon her hocks and sailed into the lead. Fearlessly throwing her life on the line, she plunged down into the current and spread her scrawny frame out like a dam. The water could go no further and it swirled and flurried angrily as it came rushing up against her. Carefully, she reached towards the rocking, spinning leaf and took its stiff stem in her teeth; slowly (so as not to drown or unbalance the poor soul upon it), she dragged it to higher ground nearby. Gazing down with a soft, worried eye, she found to her dismay that the little grub wasn’t moving. The pounding heart beneath her blue breast lurched desperately and she dipped still lower to try and gauge whether or not it was breathing - its fat middle seemed not to be moving at all. Eira frowned deeply, bothered but undeterred, and gathered herself to stand; then to drag the leaf along backwards, to the shelter which had kept she and the colt securely, through the days past. (NOTE: Eira’s body is currently covered in an infected rash, and lightning strikes her intermittently Trial: Kidnap a baby animal and raise it to adulthood.) Open to any <3 "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter." |
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Rainforest Cliffs
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Currently championing: Reszo
Currently championing:
03-05-2018, 07:38 AM
the Rift
Despite the fact the worm was no longer moving, perhaps at some point it might respond, but there was a far greater presence that seemingly went unnoticed. A duo of Eriucla had been adrift, floating aimlessly through the wind. The mother, bundled up and hunched, holding her dearest child against her chest, telling the poor thing that everything would be fine, they just needed to make it through the wind. But things wouldn’t be fine, for the Eriucla wasn’t from the Cliffs – no, these small tiny creatures were from the Floating Key, and there was no way they’d be lucky enough to find their way back. And so they floated and floated, continuing their decent until suddenly – SMACK. What probably felt like nothing to Eira, felt like the world being flipped and spun as the two Eriucla collided with her mane. They went unnoticed, remaining stuck to the mare as she returned to where she came from with the little worm. And while the mother Eriucla was a territorial thing, terrified of leaving her poor child to starve against the mare, decided to use their greatest ability to try and get them away. It was quite the effort though, the small creature thought she had a hold on her child, but it faltered as the mother began to billow away without her daughter’s hand. She didn’t go far, however, landing on a nearby leaf, ready to make the plunge again to the child still stuck on the mare’s mane, somehow sleeping soundly despite everything that had happened. Evidently the walk back had lulled the child to sleep much like the wind's lullabies from the salty air of the Floating Key. @Eira The Eriucla isn't from the Cliffs but billowed in from the Floating Key! They look like this and you have managed to ensnare a mother and her child!
Currently championing: Reszo
Currently championing:
03-12-2018, 07:58 PM
the Rift
The mother had remained on a branch nearby, poised to try and spring in an attempt to dislodge the small fuzzy child from the mare’s mane. But before she could, however, a wind blew by – none that would be noticeable from the Eira’s standpoint, the Eriucla were small creatures that any sort of wind felt like a hurricane to them. Yet, the child dozed on while the mare lifted her head. The mother began to squeal a sound probably not heard over the other sounds of the forest, and before the older Eriucla had a chance to jump back over to protect the child, she watched in anger as the mare blew a small breath onto it. The child immediately woke, it’s fuzzy outside blowing back with the force of wind. When it was over, it’s eyes popped open to survey what had happened – at first she saw two brilliant blue eyes staring back at her. Then, the more she looked, she spotted her mother far off in the distance. It clutched the leaf and began to tremble, terrified that the mare might end up eating her – though judging by the mare’s size it wouldn’t even be felt. Did the creatures of the Rift even eat them? The young Eriucla hadn’t been old enough to hear the tales of the world around her yet. And so it trembled, while the mother pounced in an attempt to land on the mare’s nose, it’s small little paws attempting to bat the mare away from the child. @Eira The mother tries to attack!
Currently championing: Reszo
03-19-2018, 02:47 AM
@Rift Presence
Currently championing:
03-22-2018, 03:06 AM
the Rift
The mother lands on Eira’s nose and begins to frantically smack the mare’s nose. However, it does nothing but seemingly tickle her as it valiantly tries to fend off the mare to retrieve her daughter and leave. But before the mother gets a chance to jump once more to her daughter and pray the wind works in her favor, the mare inhales slightly and the mother grasps the mare’s nostrils. And then the sneeze appears. It blasts the mother like a canon, shooting the seed-like creature off on a rogue wind back toward the Floating Key. Meanwhile, the child remains in the mare’s mane, gripping thin tendrils of her hair for dear life with wide eyes. There’s a small whimpering sound that emits from the child, though it’s hard to hear. She looks at the mare with dark beaded eyes as tears begin to form. Would this mare eat her? Blow her away like she did her mother? Or would she care for her? All she could do now was hope. @Eira The mother flies away because of the sneeze and floats back to the Floating Key. The child, however, remains! This will be the last Rift Presence post, but from here on out you can RP the Eriucla child however you like (just like you would a companion for the rest of your trial :) )
Currently championing: Reszo
03-22-2018, 05:00 AM
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