Ultima
She felt like a foolish filly with her first crush, carving her name into the walls of ultima. All she needed was a hopeful colt and the scene would be perfect. But she was not some young, dumb girl and she was not with a stallion carving their love into a stone wall for all to see. No, she was alone, fulfilling a trial given to her by the Rift. It was a rather silly as she pounded her hoof against the hard, stone wall. Chipping away at it to form the last letter of her name.
This was so immature, yet she was here doing it anyways. All because she wished to advance her powers. At least her task was simple. Though she honestly would have preferred something other than the last two things she would be required to do. Convincing someone to steal from someone and then adding them in the act was not her cup of tea. But the Rift wanted what the Rift wanted. So she'd fulfill it request in order for it to grant her's.
Which was why she was now desecrating one of the walls of Ultima. Her dark body gleamed with sweat, her ebony pelt shinning in the blue light cast by the sea beyond the clear wall, accentuating her muscles and curves. Faint forms of stars twinkled in her daytime pelt and her mane swayed and flowed with each powerful thrust of her foreleg. With a grunt of satisfaction she stepped back from her work to gaze upon it. It jagged, uneven letters that formed her name. K'yarie. It was not perfect, but it would do.
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This was so immature, yet she was here doing it anyways. All because she wished to advance her powers. At least her task was simple. Though she honestly would have preferred something other than the last two things she would be required to do. Convincing someone to steal from someone and then adding them in the act was not her cup of tea. But the Rift wanted what the Rift wanted. So she'd fulfill it request in order for it to grant her's.
Which was why she was now desecrating one of the walls of Ultima. Her dark body gleamed with sweat, her ebony pelt shinning in the blue light cast by the sea beyond the clear wall, accentuating her muscles and curves. Faint forms of stars twinkled in her daytime pelt and her mane swayed and flowed with each powerful thrust of her foreleg. With a grunt of satisfaction she stepped back from her work to gaze upon it. It jagged, uneven letters that formed her name. K'yarie. It was not perfect, but it would do.
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The moon bathes her in love
the stars kiss her skin
and the shadows bow at her feet.
As the sun looks on with jealousy.
the stars kiss her skin
and the shadows bow at her feet.
As the sun looks on with jealousy.
K'yarie
One of K'yarie's trials is to carve her name into the walls of Ultima.
