The dimly lit expanse of glittering white is a blissful surprise to her, a new and quite mysterious place she had not even heard of.
The large brown stature moves with ease as she crosses onto the blank landscape, her large paws shaping the snow beneath her, creating large prints of bear claws.
The mother remains cautious, it isn't particularly common to be met with stark silence, only the sound of whirling winds and tree bark filling the hushed contents of the land.
The sky above is now littered with dark grey flocks of feathery clouds, filled with the scent of rain as they formed above the island, the female halts quietly now, the harsh wind now battering his bristly fur, the soft contents of her face disrupted by the ice-cold weather.
A soft grumble now grows warmer as it nears the female, the skies above shouting, calling out in joy, or perhaps the opposite.
Small speckles of rain quickly transform into snowflakes, a large volume now cascading down from the sky toward the female, she stands smiling, delighted as everything continues around her.
The soft melodic grumble quickly transforms into a ground-shaking howl, flashing bolts of lightning striking down on the carpet of snow, creating a magnificent show of lights as the weather passes along the island.
Caelestra simply sits and watches, the cold doesn't particularly bother her anyway, she is more interested in the show, a beautiful parade of power ready to be taken in by the audience.
The female is lost in thought, too busy thinking over recent events to pay attention to where she was, so lost in the moment, only snapping back when everything grew quiet, the soft rumble in the distance now escaping to terrorise new lands, a quiet peace emerging as the canvas above created a new image, now painted with stars and the entrance of lights, green and blue and dancing along the night sky, winding in and out of stars and wrapping around the moon, reflecting off of the snow, displaying itself magnificently.
Caelestra now gently returns to her equine form, the markings on her side resembling those that lay painted in the sky, a smile forming across her muzzle as she calls out softly, perhaps ready to meet a few residents of this mysterious island.
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[open] You took the air out of my lungs only to breathe with another; Any!
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03-16-2019, 10:31 AM
I'll be sitting here with a song that I wrote, saying love could change the world in a moment
I’m pretty confident that my getaway and return have gone unnoticed (of course they haven’t but I’m barely a year old, what do I know). After the trip to the island, a trip that for me personally has been swimming in the colour blue, and the loss of a crab friend who did not accompany me back home. That’s too bad; I do actually like the animals. I like the seals (from afar), I like the white foxes and snow hares, the lemmings. There’s not many insects here on the Isle, either, so besides gulls there aren’t many birds I guess, but I do not mind. There are enough. A bear however, is a wholly different sight. I’m brave, but not stupid (or at least that’s what I like to tell myself). So I stay perfectly still where I am, and she doesn’t seem to notice me. She’s preoccupied, with what I do not know, perhaps her thoughts or the pretty lights. Or both. Both is fine. I’m waiting for her to pass, but then something magical happens - and it turns out the bear is not a bear at all! Grinning at how stupid I am, I finally dare to move and approach her - but when I try to whinny and greet the now-a-mare, a cough interrupts me first. My throat hurts, so my childish voice is raw when I finally address her. ”Uhh, hi! Sorry for the sound.” I grimace, then shrug. I know I’ve gone out to help the fairies find a cure for this disease, surely I won’t be sick that long? but what do I know? Aodhán little fire @[Caelestra]
04-06-2019, 11:02 AM
Aodhán little fire All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Oh, how stupid must I look to her. Me, the small youngling in front of her, she a bear-who-is-a-horse. The black mare smiles however, and she forgives my idiocy for thinking that she wouldn't notice me - me, who is sick, and will cough every now and then and give my position away whether I like it or not. Well, at least she is nice enough to let me near her. I blush a little, though my winter coat is thick enough to hide it. Instead, I focus on the question. "Hi! I'm Aodhán." I know it's pronunciation, Aey-yan, is a little hard but I'm quite sure she'll manage. I shrug when it comes to my sickness though. "Yeah well. Everybody does, nowadays hmm?" I don't tell her about the fairy quest - ironically, I think that's where I picked it up; scouring through the unsafe lands even if I was told not to linger in them. But it shouldn't matter. "It's gonna be cured soon. You'll see." After all, they said it was the last ingredient. It can't take forever now for them to find something, right? Right? Ah well, maybe we should talk about something else. Uhm. "Do you like the Isle so far?" I ask her - unaware that she's just arrived, really. @[Caelestra] |
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