Riptide Isles
07-31-2017, 03:31 AM
The light, it grew with each approaching body. With each living soul, the pillars seemed to grow, to thicken into broader, wider isles. Until, with a gradual slowness, the spot of sunlight grew until it bathed the rocks and creatures around it.
How long had it been since sunlight, true sunlight and not the scalding burn of Scorch, had brushed these lands? And now the Isles—they appeared to be restored. Gone was the tempestuous sea. Gone was the dark sickness and eerie, neon light that lurked in the shadows.
And at its center was a great and beautiful tigress. Her burnished orange coat gleamed; the dark stripes of her pelt shone with an iridescence that sprouted colorful plants and insects wherever it touched the earth.
All three of her yellow eyes moved with careful precision as she stood in the center. Giant paws dug into the edge of the dark waters; and from her digging claws sprouted streaks of light that illuminated the water. And this lightened water spread, chasing away the sickness of the sea.
It gathered the pieces of the Great Drifter and stitched them together, sending the gentle giant into safer currents. It took the Baleano and shoved it back into the depths where it belonged.
The light water also raced towards the first living soul to heed her light’s summons: Illunga. It formed a perfect, exact circle over her chest before solidifying into a tiger’s eye gemstone.
This all was done with exacting care by Vjanta. A small, cheshire-like smile curved up the corners of her whiskered face. The black lining around her eyes crinkled slightly as she watched the health and life returned to her lands. A deep purr rumbled from her lovely breast as songs and calls rang brightly from her Isles once more.
The vision ceased abruptly, the skies ripping apart the longing scene with a terrible, thick bolt of lightning that struck Vjanta’s apparition straight in her heart.
A haunting scream, which sounded as much in the mind as it did in the ears, ripped from her throat, “NO!”
—and then she was gone. The only remnant of her apparition is the tigers eye at the sea mare’s neck, the glow slowly dying. But it cried for the dead goddess, salty tears continually leaking from its surface.
How long had it been since sunlight, true sunlight and not the scalding burn of Scorch, had brushed these lands? And now the Isles—they appeared to be restored. Gone was the tempestuous sea. Gone was the dark sickness and eerie, neon light that lurked in the shadows.
And at its center was a great and beautiful tigress. Her burnished orange coat gleamed; the dark stripes of her pelt shone with an iridescence that sprouted colorful plants and insects wherever it touched the earth.
All three of her yellow eyes moved with careful precision as she stood in the center. Giant paws dug into the edge of the dark waters; and from her digging claws sprouted streaks of light that illuminated the water. And this lightened water spread, chasing away the sickness of the sea.
It gathered the pieces of the Great Drifter and stitched them together, sending the gentle giant into safer currents. It took the Baleano and shoved it back into the depths where it belonged.
The light water also raced towards the first living soul to heed her light’s summons: Illunga. It formed a perfect, exact circle over her chest before solidifying into a tiger’s eye gemstone.
This all was done with exacting care by Vjanta. A small, cheshire-like smile curved up the corners of her whiskered face. The black lining around her eyes crinkled slightly as she watched the health and life returned to her lands. A deep purr rumbled from her lovely breast as songs and calls rang brightly from her Isles once more.
The vision ceased abruptly, the skies ripping apart the longing scene with a terrible, thick bolt of lightning that struck Vjanta’s apparition straight in her heart.
A haunting scream, which sounded as much in the mind as it did in the ears, ripped from her throat, “NO!”
—and then she was gone. The only remnant of her apparition is the tigers eye at the sea mare’s neck, the glow slowly dying. But it cried for the dead goddess, salty tears continually leaking from its surface.
the Rift
what lies beneath
what lies beneath
@Ilunga - for being the first to heed the dead goddess’s call, she has gifted a tigers eye pendant on a gold chain that continually cries salty tears!
