09-06-2017, 06:45 PM
One by one the stars begin to show, twinkling brightly in the distance. A soft smile finds her lips as she stares up at the sky, the pale light of the moon beginning to fade out the lingering color of the sky. It’s silvery light bathes her dark figure that lays close to the bank. She had yet to find her feet since she had been pulled from the lake. Her appetite waned, only able to nibble at the few lingering blades of grass that were within her reach. It was the constant pain from the many wounds (caused by talons, beaks, and the long dirty claws of the siren) that kept her dormant, folded within herself. A soft sigh as she shifts her body slightly, wincing and gasping with pain.
All of a sudden the air seems to crackle with electricity. With some surprise, she turns her head slightly to look behind her. A mare as red as fire dances and crackles behind her. Instantly she is flooded with fear, that the Underneath had not let her go. That she was still locked in it’s nightmare. The silvery strands of her iris’s begin to move more fiercely, brightening as she shrilly whinnies in her panic and struggles to stand, fails. In response the stars shine brighter, immediately called down to protect their own. A bright pale light brightens around the shadow mare, swirling like the silver of her eyes. It covers her like a blanket, protecting her. Ciri is frozen, unsure of what is happening. Of the power that had been unleashed within her.
A frenzy call reaches her and slowly she sinks backwards, allowing the comfort of the light to surround her and protect her. Knowing somehow this was a link to her ties above. The call seems friendly enough and she tries to still her racing heart as she waits for the mare to approach.
All of a sudden the air seems to crackle with electricity. With some surprise, she turns her head slightly to look behind her. A mare as red as fire dances and crackles behind her. Instantly she is flooded with fear, that the Underneath had not let her go. That she was still locked in it’s nightmare. The silvery strands of her iris’s begin to move more fiercely, brightening as she shrilly whinnies in her panic and struggles to stand, fails. In response the stars shine brighter, immediately called down to protect their own. A bright pale light brightens around the shadow mare, swirling like the silver of her eyes. It covers her like a blanket, protecting her. Ciri is frozen, unsure of what is happening. Of the power that had been unleashed within her.
A frenzy call reaches her and slowly she sinks backwards, allowing the comfort of the light to surround her and protect her. Knowing somehow this was a link to her ties above. The call seems friendly enough and she tries to still her racing heart as she waits for the mare to approach.
Ciri