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Post by S A L T Y D O G ! on Apr 17, 2013 3:25:27 GMT -5
The mountain was described as a blight, looming menacingly on the horizon as the red-eyed witch gaze on, perched on a lifeless crag of rock. The precipice upon which she stood yawned out before her; an endless chasm inviting her with its cool darkness, come to me, sweet princess, you belong here it whispered. Green, chapped lips twisted into a smile, but only a bare representation of the normally sweet gesture. Xanadu's smile was laced with poison hidden in a decorative chalice.
The young mare looked down at the pitch black canyon below her, rolling her shoulders a little as she contemplated her next move. These lands were new to Xanadu. From the few years since her birth to this very moment in time she had wandered, having fled from her father's kingdom after being condemned for the crime of being female. How dare you, her father had bellowed at her dam. How dare you birth me a frail, weak female and call it my heir! Without further word, his hooves came down like a hammer, snapping one of her mother's cannon bones as though it had been made out of papier-mâché. Leaving the woman to be devoured by wolves, the massive alicorn stallion had come after Xanadu next.
Glowing red eyes slid shut as she snorted. Xan leapt off of the peak with impossible grace, feather-leather wings unfolding to capture her in the act of descent and send her hurtling with purpose towards the mountain so many thought was a blight. She would see.
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Post by Morphine on Apr 17, 2013 4:01:21 GMT -5
The distant rumbles of the thunder echoed around the cliff-face, steady rain setting in as he landed on top of the peak. His teal eyes searching over the night sky, the entire vision of what lay below was obscured by the thick blanket of rain and the heavy fog of the night. Flashes of lightning struck out violently across the sky revealing the angry dark clouds and a strange dark green shape in the sky. It moved fast, and it seemed at least as large as he was. The wind flung the droplets in his eyes and it stung as he tried to track the objects movement in the sky. It was now clear that perhaps this was less of an object and more of an IT. But who was it.
His damp feathers clung together as a chill set into his body. He pulled his wings in closer in an attempt to keep his body warm. The creature surely would have to be careful or would find itself the perfect lightening rod. Just as well, asides from it; he was likely to be the second highest point in the area. The tip of his horn extending his height just a little, as though it’s very placement taunted the lightening. But as a duck couldn’t help but enjoy the wet weather, Poltergeist couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. The general dampness made him itch. The only thing that kept him out right now was the burning curiosity of the fool in the sky.
With each streak of the lightening across the sky his pure white form was illuminated, the flashes striking in his teal eyes. He launched himself off the peak and set himself to follow its course. He had to know who or what it was. Perhaps it was foolish, no most definitely it was. He could be quite happily dry within his shelter, away from this. Leave the common folks to their wet. Why should he be one to sit around wet and miserable? The sooner he figured out what was happening the sooner he could go home…
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Post by S A L T Y D O G ! on Apr 22, 2013 14:55:56 GMT -5
Time had a funny way of moving on it's own with complete and utter disregard to those caught in the ebb and flow of its ever changing tides. Those involved could either be left behind and forgotten to the ages or they could move with it, allowing themselves to be swept down the violent river that would take them to their eventual destination: death. It was the ending everything in time would reach, aside from those gifted few immortals who would roam the plane for eternity.
But was it really a gift? If one chose to look at the brighter side of such musings, a happier creature could argue that an eternity spent discovering and savoring all of life's true blessings was the greatest gift any creature could receive from the Entity. But then there was the flip side, that darker edge that always lurked at the outskirts of all good things. With eternal life the Entity could grant eternal misery as well in the form of famine, disease, war and watching everyone around the 'gifted' die over and over again. Friends would come, they would age and the spear of grief would pierce the heart of the immortal a thousand times over. Houses would rise and then dissolve, and a permanent home would be almost impossible to find. War would find the lost soul more than once, along with all of the other plagues life tends to throw at those on the plane, but for the 'gifted', it would last forever.
Xanadu blinked out of her thoughts, usually not so profound as she felt today, and glanced over her back. Something large and white was following her. The mare pinned her ears, long tail lashing as she swerved out and slowed, eyeballing the stranger.
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Post by S A L T Y D O G ! on Apr 23, 2013 21:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Morphine on Apr 25, 2013 20:08:09 GMT -5
not really friendly are we? I just observed you...there aren't many like us around. I wanted to invite you to shelter in my kingdom. Perhaps you may even find the advantages enough to stay a little while Large wings flapped holding the considerable mass in the sky. It took alot of effort to fly at length. There was no use claiming a female of his kind. She could fly off at will, not like those ground bound that could easily be blocked. His teal eyes watched her and waited for her reaction, his ears swiveled as a loud crack of lightening drew his attention. they really were sitting ducks in the sky in the freak lightening storm. He for one wouldn't like to see his feathers sizzeled and fall to the ground.
The snake inside was impatient, wanting to get home in comfort and back to his queen and country. But his conscience couldn't leave without at least trying. Her wings would be an assest. She would fit in well in the mountain pass, he could imagine her posessing the tower and almost becoming legend in itself. With protection came power. But is that what she wanted?
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