05-04-2024, 08:48 PM
Ahead of him, the Moon lights a path.
Ruhr can see it, shimmering and alluring, dappled silver light on smooth earth, and a beckoning cool wind that feels impossibly warm as it ripples across his winter-chilled skin. It is gone far too quickly, leaving the dappled stallion shivering and miserable.
There will be a pool at the end of that path, a body of still water that will show Her glorious face. There will be a vision, an image in the water of what is to become of him. She has shown him the same thing, time and time again.
The world, bowing before him.
But what She never shows him is how, exactly, that future will come to be.
Each time She shows it he asks, and each time he is shown only the faintest details. Some parts of the vision have become permanent, remaining steady in a way that Ruhr has learned means they have been promised to him. Demi appears like that in the visions, her position varied but constant. He stays with her for a myriad of reasons but that - the Moon’s promise - had been the very first. For a while, the pretty palomino had appeared, but when she had stopped being shown to him by the Moon, he had chosen to stop seeing her as well.
He knows better than to question Her. And he especially knows better than to doubt.
The light glitters brighter now, a summons that he cannot ignore.
- - - - -
Hours later, Ruhr returns down the same now-dim path. Though he limps as he always had, the pegasus can feel the new power thrumming through his blood. It is enough to soften the constant pain of the old injury that caiss his limp, and a satisfied smile plays about the small horse’s brightly colored mouth.
The ability to turn others to Her stone, to precious moonstone.
She had Chosen to bless him with this gift, the ability to turn his enemy into statues that would forever remind the earth of Her beauty.
The future She’d shown him feels far closer than it had the night before.
ooc: an IC explanation for him getting my birthday trait, also open to anyone!
Ruhr can see it, shimmering and alluring, dappled silver light on smooth earth, and a beckoning cool wind that feels impossibly warm as it ripples across his winter-chilled skin. It is gone far too quickly, leaving the dappled stallion shivering and miserable.
There will be a pool at the end of that path, a body of still water that will show Her glorious face. There will be a vision, an image in the water of what is to become of him. She has shown him the same thing, time and time again.
The world, bowing before him.
But what She never shows him is how, exactly, that future will come to be.
Each time She shows it he asks, and each time he is shown only the faintest details. Some parts of the vision have become permanent, remaining steady in a way that Ruhr has learned means they have been promised to him. Demi appears like that in the visions, her position varied but constant. He stays with her for a myriad of reasons but that - the Moon’s promise - had been the very first. For a while, the pretty palomino had appeared, but when she had stopped being shown to him by the Moon, he had chosen to stop seeing her as well.
He knows better than to question Her. And he especially knows better than to doubt.
The light glitters brighter now, a summons that he cannot ignore.
- - - - -
Hours later, Ruhr returns down the same now-dim path. Though he limps as he always had, the pegasus can feel the new power thrumming through his blood. It is enough to soften the constant pain of the old injury that caiss his limp, and a satisfied smile plays about the small horse’s brightly colored mouth.
The ability to turn others to Her stone, to precious moonstone.
She had Chosen to bless him with this gift, the ability to turn his enemy into statues that would forever remind the earth of Her beauty.
The future She’d shown him feels far closer than it had the night before.
ooc: an IC explanation for him getting my birthday trait, also open to anyone!