Bolder doesn't know why, but when his silver eyes first opened in Hyaline, the sunlight had blinded him. More than that, it had felt as if it was burning right through him. (Not that he knew what it was doing to him. Bolder couldn't see the way that his normally chestnut coat was black, that the golden stripes he almost always kept in whatever form he wore were absent. He saw nothing while his eyes remained closed, choosing to linger in a void of his own making in an attempt to keep out the sun.)
The shadows surrounding him appeared like a strange smoke, wafting on a breeze that wasn't really there, and even his own shadow, began to burn away as the day continued to break through the trees. It beamed down on him, and the wispy-black pegasus stumbled through a darkness of his own making, trying move away from the searing pain that made him want to double over. It was everywhere - a blazing, burning sensation that lingered just beneath his skin.
But Bolder doesn't cry out. He keeps moving, keep going. He relies on his wings, feeling his way towards the trees. As the sun continued to rise, the inky blackness of his coat began to fade. Slowly, the copper hue beneath began to reveal itself. His golden stripes began to emerge, glinting beneath the murky coloring that was finally dissipating. The strange phenomena continued from his legs, to his underbelly, from the tips of wings, to his broad shoulders, until finally Bolder was no longer covered in shadow.
Once beneath the thickly-covered tree canopy, he could open his eyes. Lingering in the shadows, the young stallion was now dark with sweat that coated his skin and foamed on his chest. What had just happened to him? Was this a result of the Mountain? Of his quest or their Dark God? Bolder tossed his head once, trying to settle his agitated mind.
What had happened on the Mountain?
He tried to recall it, the memories coming to him in fragments. They had been digging, searching for the Magic beneath it, and then? His mind began to race, remembering the place that he found at the bottom of their world. A place that had been stripped of Magic, a place where he hadn't been able to shift. He tilts his crescent-marked head towards the side, glancing towards one of his wings and he stretches it out. Bolder begins to change, deciding to imitate the markings of a kestrel or hawk. But instead of lightening, dappling, striping or even changing color, the wing becomes as dark and obscure as shadow.
@Mazikeen <3
The shadows surrounding him appeared like a strange smoke, wafting on a breeze that wasn't really there, and even his own shadow, began to burn away as the day continued to break through the trees. It beamed down on him, and the wispy-black pegasus stumbled through a darkness of his own making, trying move away from the searing pain that made him want to double over. It was everywhere - a blazing, burning sensation that lingered just beneath his skin.
But Bolder doesn't cry out. He keeps moving, keep going. He relies on his wings, feeling his way towards the trees. As the sun continued to rise, the inky blackness of his coat began to fade. Slowly, the copper hue beneath began to reveal itself. His golden stripes began to emerge, glinting beneath the murky coloring that was finally dissipating. The strange phenomena continued from his legs, to his underbelly, from the tips of wings, to his broad shoulders, until finally Bolder was no longer covered in shadow.
Once beneath the thickly-covered tree canopy, he could open his eyes. Lingering in the shadows, the young stallion was now dark with sweat that coated his skin and foamed on his chest. What had just happened to him? Was this a result of the Mountain? Of his quest or their Dark God? Bolder tossed his head once, trying to settle his agitated mind.
What had happened on the Mountain?
He tried to recall it, the memories coming to him in fragments. They had been digging, searching for the Magic beneath it, and then? His mind began to race, remembering the place that he found at the bottom of their world. A place that had been stripped of Magic, a place where he hadn't been able to shift. He tilts his crescent-marked head towards the side, glancing towards one of his wings and he stretches it out. Bolder begins to change, deciding to imitate the markings of a kestrel or hawk. But instead of lightening, dappling, striping or even changing color, the wing becomes as dark and obscure as shadow.
@Mazikeen <3
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