05-13-2015, 01:07 PM
There is no turning back now; it's too late. Her face, her entirety, has been recognized as she accepts the challenge that was presented. It had been on impulse that she accepted it without regard to what she may or may not miss in life behind her. Nayl is left alone in the Jungle, and for what? So her mother can get another taste of adventure like she had so many years ago.
The world is as it should be until she blinks.
When her eyes open they drink in a strange scene. Her stomach lurches in uncertainty as she suddenly feels the weight of her body disappear. When she glances over her shoulder she is still one piece, still a horse. There are no alterations to her body except that it is floating amongst a sea of stars. They dance around her, glittering and twinkling as she weightlessly hovers in a world of blackness.
Follow the warmth, she hears the voice say.
But what warmth?
The kiss of nothingness is frigid and eerie. The others are navigating as best they can, moving and utilizing their powers. From afar, Myrina observes them all and how some congregate in assistance. The Amazons have already tried joining their forces, leaving her alone. A frown creases the fierce beauty of her face. It doesn't faze her. They are sheep huddling together and she is a wolf with her own ideas.
But what?
There are glacial sized rocks that tumble by. Such weird things they are - crystallized and enormous - but they ignite something in her. The pits of her soul waver in recognition and excitement and so while she floats she begins to consider her options.
With power surging through her core, she beckons the asteroids and meteors toward her body. They glide sluggishly toward her, but only the smaller ones. The huge asteroids would weaken her far too greatly to continue this quest. They form a platform of sort for her at first but when she tries to walk, she only continues to hover and gracefully spin. There is no control over which direction she travels and so the frustration begins to build.
But she reminds herself that there are still the meteors that she can control.
With an expense of energy, she guides one of the floating boulders toward her. It pushes against her, cradles her, and directs her into the willed direction. If she begins to drift she is sure to adjust the path of her object to ensure she will not float away. It's her ship in this blackened world of space. It glides effortlessly along until she is first able to sense heat. There, she muses as she manipulates her meteor's path to push her in the desired location. There are more, however, rocks flying toward her. She can feel collisions against her rock that jolt her forward or out of place. Pieces are breaking away as she defies the natural pull of gravity against her boulder. It's weakening her, slightly, but she has had years of practice that are being utilized now.
The wormhole is coming closer.
Another outside meteor crashes into hers, this time forcing her forward and away. It takes away her breath and blurs her vision for a split moment. The wormhole is drifting away now. No, she thinks as she kicks her legs in a futile effort to swim through the sea of stars. It does nothing and so she nets the first asteroid she sees to take the others place. It's larger and nearly consumes her in the jagged shards of crystal and rock. With her muscles tense and her hooves pressed against a bare spot, she allows it to push her. When it's near (so near that her body feels like it's aflame) she thrusts herself forward.
The wormhole is here.
It drinks her in and brings her into an entirely different world.
The world is as it should be until she blinks.
When her eyes open they drink in a strange scene. Her stomach lurches in uncertainty as she suddenly feels the weight of her body disappear. When she glances over her shoulder she is still one piece, still a horse. There are no alterations to her body except that it is floating amongst a sea of stars. They dance around her, glittering and twinkling as she weightlessly hovers in a world of blackness.
Follow the warmth, she hears the voice say.
But what warmth?
The kiss of nothingness is frigid and eerie. The others are navigating as best they can, moving and utilizing their powers. From afar, Myrina observes them all and how some congregate in assistance. The Amazons have already tried joining their forces, leaving her alone. A frown creases the fierce beauty of her face. It doesn't faze her. They are sheep huddling together and she is a wolf with her own ideas.
But what?
There are glacial sized rocks that tumble by. Such weird things they are - crystallized and enormous - but they ignite something in her. The pits of her soul waver in recognition and excitement and so while she floats she begins to consider her options.
With power surging through her core, she beckons the asteroids and meteors toward her body. They glide sluggishly toward her, but only the smaller ones. The huge asteroids would weaken her far too greatly to continue this quest. They form a platform of sort for her at first but when she tries to walk, she only continues to hover and gracefully spin. There is no control over which direction she travels and so the frustration begins to build.
But she reminds herself that there are still the meteors that she can control.
With an expense of energy, she guides one of the floating boulders toward her. It pushes against her, cradles her, and directs her into the willed direction. If she begins to drift she is sure to adjust the path of her object to ensure she will not float away. It's her ship in this blackened world of space. It glides effortlessly along until she is first able to sense heat. There, she muses as she manipulates her meteor's path to push her in the desired location. There are more, however, rocks flying toward her. She can feel collisions against her rock that jolt her forward or out of place. Pieces are breaking away as she defies the natural pull of gravity against her boulder. It's weakening her, slightly, but she has had years of practice that are being utilized now.
The wormhole is coming closer.
Another outside meteor crashes into hers, this time forcing her forward and away. It takes away her breath and blurs her vision for a split moment. The wormhole is drifting away now. No, she thinks as she kicks her legs in a futile effort to swim through the sea of stars. It does nothing and so she nets the first asteroid she sees to take the others place. It's larger and nearly consumes her in the jagged shards of crystal and rock. With her muscles tense and her hooves pressed against a bare spot, she allows it to push her. When it's near (so near that her body feels like it's aflame) she thrusts herself forward.
The wormhole is here.
It drinks her in and brings her into an entirely different world.