09-24-2015, 01:44 PM
She had been bored this morning. Patrolling and exploring the Jungle had held little appeal for her on this particular day. She is restless, wishing to stretch her metaphorical wings and soar the skies. So, with little fanfare, she leaves the Amazon and takes to the overcast heavens.
Though the jungle is as hale and vibrant as ever, the rest of Beqanna is slowly dying, giving way to the oncoming winter. And though she has grown accustomed to the Jungle’s heat, she finds that the cold still does not bother her terribly much. Perhaps that has something to do with knowing exactly how it feels to freeze. How it feels to have your body become solid, immobile. How it feels to shatter. She bears the scars of the horrific occasion upon her entire body, a testament to her will to survive. Or to a magician’s power, however one prefers to look upon it.
She reaches the meadow just as a large CRACK! splits the air. She had been just about to land, to see who might be lingering about these parts today, but the ice spreading rapidly across the earth causes her to think better of that plan. With the ice comes dreadful visions, of ice and snow, of death and destruction. But these are nothing compared to what she has already lived. If the idea was to frighten her, whatever is causing this would need to try much, much harder.
As she lifts back into the air, raising herself to a higher vantage that she might see who the culprit is, the dark fissures in her skin begin to spark and flare, her internal light dancing across her skin in a wild display. She spies him easily, for he has boldly raised himself upon a dais of ice. Well, well. Someone’s gotten a little cocky.
Her metallic eyes flare brightly as a grin spreads across her lips. And here she thought her day had been doomed to boredom. Be careful what you wish for, they say. In this case, she thinks her wishes are working rather well.
Just then another stallion approaches, anger in his tone as he challenges the dapple stallion. How could anyone possibly resist this? With a grin on her lips and a spark of defiance in her golden eyes, she offers her own rejoinder.
"Looks like I’m in for quite a show. Should I be selling tickets?"
Though the jungle is as hale and vibrant as ever, the rest of Beqanna is slowly dying, giving way to the oncoming winter. And though she has grown accustomed to the Jungle’s heat, she finds that the cold still does not bother her terribly much. Perhaps that has something to do with knowing exactly how it feels to freeze. How it feels to have your body become solid, immobile. How it feels to shatter. She bears the scars of the horrific occasion upon her entire body, a testament to her will to survive. Or to a magician’s power, however one prefers to look upon it.
She reaches the meadow just as a large CRACK! splits the air. She had been just about to land, to see who might be lingering about these parts today, but the ice spreading rapidly across the earth causes her to think better of that plan. With the ice comes dreadful visions, of ice and snow, of death and destruction. But these are nothing compared to what she has already lived. If the idea was to frighten her, whatever is causing this would need to try much, much harder.
As she lifts back into the air, raising herself to a higher vantage that she might see who the culprit is, the dark fissures in her skin begin to spark and flare, her internal light dancing across her skin in a wild display. She spies him easily, for he has boldly raised himself upon a dais of ice. Well, well. Someone’s gotten a little cocky.
Her metallic eyes flare brightly as a grin spreads across her lips. And here she thought her day had been doomed to boredom. Be careful what you wish for, they say. In this case, she thinks her wishes are working rather well.
Just then another stallion approaches, anger in his tone as he challenges the dapple stallion. How could anyone possibly resist this? With a grin on her lips and a spark of defiance in her golden eyes, she offers her own rejoinder.
"Looks like I’m in for quite a show. Should I be selling tickets?"