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Posted by Se. Formaldehyde on February 2, 2009, 4:30 pm
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Ah, the calm motion of the wind gracing the long stalks of grass, caressing the foliage that grew around me. I disliked most winds, as was natural to my elemental's reaction, though for this very moment in time, I was grateful for the kindly resilience of the breath of the very skies. My legs, they burned; that powerful gusts that whipped ruthlessly across the shifting sands of those harsh dunes in Ni'Srilan had made raw my body. Nausea crept into my head at times when the heat would fluctuate, sending waves of combustion, so it seemed, upon my blued frame; which, of course, had not exited the mountains since my coming to Legend. With the exception of the Academy, which was as far as I tended to go. Though Solira had made the initial decision to call upon me, using the Shadow Datura to lead me airily into their realm, something within me rebelled. I could not consciously remain in a land that had once nearly destroyed itself, and injured others- memories of Ozymandias and the murdering of Pirate (who had known several of my close friends, and so, I respected him) would not go unnoticed in the depths of my darkened mind.
Ni'Srilan was foreboding with its perilous dunes and cruel sandstorms, though I would prefer that I be branded with the scars of the desert than be marked by the presence of lawbreakers, murderers, martyrs. I may have broken my own vow- to resign from my judgments, but if any herd had brandished themselves for obscenities, it was them. A snort escaped me as I trudged with a beleagured gait into this land of calm and quiet, where many horses waltzed about, yet the majority were unseen. The darkness calmed me, and as I slowed to a halt in a fairly petite clearing, I shuttered my inked pools, enjoying the serene silence.
My white raven shifted his perch upon my withers, altering position so he could preen his alabastar feathers, while I remained quiet, unscathed, unnoticed. I raised my crania slowly up to the skies as I wondered how.. Home was. Skylar. Arnleif. Nicodemus. Lycoris. Fenrisulfr. Everyone. How are you? I felt alone in this world, though, perhaps for a moment, I tried to imagine that my Wolf-Queen's winds were brushing over me, their confident, intelligent tones bragging that yes, everything would be alright. Never had I been forcefully removed from my herd since I had palced my first hoofstep within the Wolf's teeth (though I had experience with my birth herd). Needless to say, I was worried. Not fearful, no; but confused, why they would take me.
I wanted my home. My friends. I was truly alone in a place where no one knew me, and in the confines of my mind, I grieved. "You're an idiot." The savage insult hit me like a brick, and I opened my dark ink gaze, furrowing my brow as I rotated my blue roan head to observe my familiar. And then, a small sigh escaped me, as my frown receded into nothingness. Though I held a mildly blank expression now, within the contours of our bond, I responded lightly, Thanks, Grimm. I needed that. A grunt was all I received, though Grimm's beak snapped open and he let out a raucous caw of laughter, as always. Mockery; his specialty.
Shaking my head with a small smile, I looked around with interest, wondering what equine I may come across within the brush of Desreal. This was only my second time making my way into the woods, and though I felt Andarin's cold, comforting breath just on the other side, I knew I could not go. I pawed the grouhd nervously as I frowned once more, looking to my darkened hooves, lashing my obsidian tassels in uncertainty.
What I was to do, I hadn't any idea, but I greatly wished that maybe, just maybe, fate would allow me to witness a familiar face before I retreated back into the hellish belly of the sandstorms and suffocating humidities that was the Vipers' home.
Briefly, I bobbed my head, lowering my muzzle to brush the earthen floor; after I brought the poll of my head back to its zenith, I observed absently as the stem began to protrude from the ground, extending, growing taller. Jade hued leaves unfurled as the plant continued to grow; it ended its height reaching at my chest, and a bulb began to sprout at the top. Eventually, the green dusted away to form an unbroken blakc essence, as ebony as night, and it did not unfold, instead remaining thin and elegant.
My black rose. Alone, just as I.
EARTH III
Tacite Epitaphium
W O L F
SEER HARUSPEX 2
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