10-13-2020, 11:40 PM
CrownS
Each day he reaches a little further into the darkness stirring around his soul. It all started so small - accidentally summoning Eight to Taiga, covering himself in armored scales. And today he gives himself gills and fins to go with the oil slick shimmering scales coating his small body. This shape is tiresome, but he wants so desperately to be more like his father. He fights the burning in his muscles as he swims along beneath the turbulent waves that grow ever higher in the building storm.
Here, beneath the surface, the world is quiet aside from the distant hush of the water crashing into itself. He can see the slope leading up to the shoreline just up ahead. Although he would like to paddle around a while longer, his body demands rest. Crowns lets the waves pull him to the cove until his small hooves feel the sand rising up enough for him to stand. Then, he sheds the finds and the gills in favor of his true self - a bay and sapphire colt with wide blue eyes. (He keeps the dragonscale, a security blanket he has come to treasure.)
He shakes the ocean water from his short mane. He treasures the taste of saltwater across his lips a while longer before idly licking it away. Then, at last, he notices the girl standing with her strange feline companion. Crowns gives himself another shake and folds the dripping water wings over his back.
“Where am I? This seems far from Tephra,” he observes with a laugh as he skitters a little closer to her. His oceanic gaze lingers on her cat. Her glowing eyes make him uneasy, if he’s being honest. They don’t reflect the way the mysterious monsters of the jungle do. Instead, their light is entirely their own. At last, he lifts his stare to meet hers.
“Oh! You’re glowing too.” He tilts his head to better observe the glimmering markings across her face. “My name is Crowns, by the way. What’s yours?”
Here, beneath the surface, the world is quiet aside from the distant hush of the water crashing into itself. He can see the slope leading up to the shoreline just up ahead. Although he would like to paddle around a while longer, his body demands rest. Crowns lets the waves pull him to the cove until his small hooves feel the sand rising up enough for him to stand. Then, he sheds the finds and the gills in favor of his true self - a bay and sapphire colt with wide blue eyes. (He keeps the dragonscale, a security blanket he has come to treasure.)
He shakes the ocean water from his short mane. He treasures the taste of saltwater across his lips a while longer before idly licking it away. Then, at last, he notices the girl standing with her strange feline companion. Crowns gives himself another shake and folds the dripping water wings over his back.
“Where am I? This seems far from Tephra,” he observes with a laugh as he skitters a little closer to her. His oceanic gaze lingers on her cat. Her glowing eyes make him uneasy, if he’s being honest. They don’t reflect the way the mysterious monsters of the jungle do. Instead, their light is entirely their own. At last, he lifts his stare to meet hers.
“Oh! You’re glowing too.” He tilts his head to better observe the glimmering markings across her face. “My name is Crowns, by the way. What’s yours?”
@[rosemary]