The Portal
02-23-2018, 09:33 PM
It'd become a habit for him to lurk around the Portal. Not that he was really waiting for anyone, or was he? It was simply that his mind had processed that creatures entered the Rift from here, and there were quite many. Big and small, fast or slow, ugly or pretty; and not to mention the brilliant variety of colors and abilities. He had been awestruck by the amount of diversity this land held, and although it lay dark for them to lighten again; he couldn't help but find beauty within those who inhabited it.
So it was on long and ungraceful legs that the yearling made his way back to the entrance. He could feel the distinct thrum within the vegetation that something was coming through. Eyes of ice were focused, and with each step he would glide slowly on the ice that instantly appeared beneath this hooves. That was another thing that intrigued the boy about this place. Whenever one would enter into these lands they would approach, take what they pleased and sometimes leave behind a gift.
His sister had lost her magic, but in return had had her amulet turned into beautiful golden flecks that graced her fiery bodice. Vynter was fortunate enough to have kept his gift from their deceased mother, but the Rift had not spared him entirely. Where before when he would talk, ice would indeed form beneath this hooves, but never would he have issues with his balance. Now as he stood still along the edge of the entrance, his hooves had begun to slowly slide from beneath him, attempting to send him off kilter once again. This didn't help his already clumsy nature.
As the colt predicted, someone indeed was approaching; as the portal began to pulsate and brighten into multiple colors; it soon spit out a paint much like himself. When she landed she was left haggard, obviously exhausted yet refusing to give way to the Rift's pressure. Her coat was pale, almost creamy, the contrast of her cremello patches barely noticeably against the stark ivory of her skin. In her skull were two large blue eyes, expressive and obviously confused as she seemed to be taking in her surroundings.
Although she was quite obviously a beautiful mare, none of this registered in Vynter's mind. What he had immediately focused on was that she had two wings sprouting from behind her ears. They indeed moved, at least he thought so from this distance; and he couldn't help but feel an urge to come forward and press his nose among the feathers in an attempt to feel if they were in fact authentic.
So it was with this goal in mind he began to emerge from the bushes; his tall yet still childish form moving awkwardly towards the beauty. With each step his crippled wing would twitch against his back, beginning to drape ever so gracefully over his rump like it were a cape. Yet he paid no mind to how he walked or presented himself; there was simply too much to explore and investigate to worry about such frivolous things.
Soon his maw was pressing itself against her wings, gently caressing them with the utmost curiosity evident in his white complexion. He was silent as always, focused on the task of discovering just how her wings worked. Could she fly with them despite the disproportions? Was it a birth defect as his wing had been? Or wherever she came from was it simply common for wings to be sprouting from behind ones ears. These were the thoughts that were running through his mind as he slowly pulled away, his breath still hot upon the appendage as his expression remained soft and focused.
It was only when he was certain of their authenticity did he finally meet the woman's gaze, gauging her response to his actions in a way only he could.
So it was on long and ungraceful legs that the yearling made his way back to the entrance. He could feel the distinct thrum within the vegetation that something was coming through. Eyes of ice were focused, and with each step he would glide slowly on the ice that instantly appeared beneath this hooves. That was another thing that intrigued the boy about this place. Whenever one would enter into these lands they would approach, take what they pleased and sometimes leave behind a gift.
His sister had lost her magic, but in return had had her amulet turned into beautiful golden flecks that graced her fiery bodice. Vynter was fortunate enough to have kept his gift from their deceased mother, but the Rift had not spared him entirely. Where before when he would talk, ice would indeed form beneath this hooves, but never would he have issues with his balance. Now as he stood still along the edge of the entrance, his hooves had begun to slowly slide from beneath him, attempting to send him off kilter once again. This didn't help his already clumsy nature.
As the colt predicted, someone indeed was approaching; as the portal began to pulsate and brighten into multiple colors; it soon spit out a paint much like himself. When she landed she was left haggard, obviously exhausted yet refusing to give way to the Rift's pressure. Her coat was pale, almost creamy, the contrast of her cremello patches barely noticeably against the stark ivory of her skin. In her skull were two large blue eyes, expressive and obviously confused as she seemed to be taking in her surroundings.
Although she was quite obviously a beautiful mare, none of this registered in Vynter's mind. What he had immediately focused on was that she had two wings sprouting from behind her ears. They indeed moved, at least he thought so from this distance; and he couldn't help but feel an urge to come forward and press his nose among the feathers in an attempt to feel if they were in fact authentic.
So it was with this goal in mind he began to emerge from the bushes; his tall yet still childish form moving awkwardly towards the beauty. With each step his crippled wing would twitch against his back, beginning to drape ever so gracefully over his rump like it were a cape. Yet he paid no mind to how he walked or presented himself; there was simply too much to explore and investigate to worry about such frivolous things.
Soon his maw was pressing itself against her wings, gently caressing them with the utmost curiosity evident in his white complexion. He was silent as always, focused on the task of discovering just how her wings worked. Could she fly with them despite the disproportions? Was it a birth defect as his wing had been? Or wherever she came from was it simply common for wings to be sprouting from behind ones ears. These were the thoughts that were running through his mind as he slowly pulled away, his breath still hot upon the appendage as his expression remained soft and focused.
It was only when he was certain of their authenticity did he finally meet the woman's gaze, gauging her response to his actions in a way only he could.
@Valkyrie <3
