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#1

be swift!


Something is happening! A serene night lulls all of the Slidr River Valley to rest their heads and find comfort in their dream lands. Crystalline snowflakes fall weightlessly from the heavens in an easy sway, back and forth, back and forth, before softly landing upon the thick down of their comrades. In the South, where the the second largest lake of the Valley resided, Smár Lake, the water is held captive by a thick layer of ice - easily safe to walk upon for those brave enough to do so. And while the moon shines with such luster that the snow glistens and the ice shimmers, it is not the truest moment of beauty to behold. In the starlight sky, twinkling in shades of blue and alabaster against the inky heavens, an aurora manifests in the sky. The ethereal ribbon undulates in green, blue, and even a bright amethyst and lovely salmon, casting its hues upon the otherwise monochromatic landscape. While it can be seen on this night anywhere in the Valley, here at Smár Lake, it can be seen at it's brightest and fullest.

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#2



INTO THE RIVER'

Why, he had seen it from afar. Davaros had woken from his slumber with thirst. Long, nimble legs carried him to the nearest streams - not necessarily difficult to find in the South - and used one of his brass hued daggers to strike at the layers of freeze atop it. It wasn't until that first strike, the one that shook up his forelimb and shook the sleep from his eyes that he noticed a... well, unusual dancing discoloration to the snow. A faint green reflected up from the ice and water, drawing the stag to raise his muzzle with icy droplets of water slipping into his beard and peer heavenward. The local's breath rose in a strangled, awe-stricken puff. The Valley has a harsh place, not meant for serene beauty as the clear night displayed. He knew that he must search the aurora out and gaze upon it's celestial beauty.

Quickly downing enough water to satisfy himself, the stallion lurched into a trot then gallop, eating away at the snow laden flood plains and following the ever changing ribbon of color that danced overhead. Winds whistled betwixt his metallic horns, and the moonlight cast the carapaces of his dorsal into a soft glimmer any gemstone would grow envy of. His stony hide, despite the tick layer of moss and coat that had grown for the winter's months, was accentuated at every muscle with the ferocity of the silverlight drowning the twilight hour. Snow fell, but not with the ruthlessness that the Slidr River country seemed to always intrust, but with a softness of a mother caressing her babe. Davaros didn't believe he had ever seen the Valley decorated in such allure. It would charm even the harshest of natives to take a moment and relent.

Entering the first thicket of the only true woodlands in the South, Davaros' pace is drawn back. Still his neck cranes to peer up at the colors - periwinkle blue, soft sage, vibrant emerald, lavender, and even delicate spring flower pink - through the dark silhouettes of the tree branches. Even with the gnarled barrier of naked and hibernating trees, the view has become... well... he finds a lack of words for the mesmerizing quality. His father had never shared stories of such ethereal wonder gracing the winter night skies, and he had lived to see the Fimbulvetr. As the trees thinned, and pockets of quiet, undisturbed vales passed him by, the kirin-esque stallion came to the sloping shores of Smar Lake. Steam billows from his furiously gulping nostrils, but despite this he feels an overwhelming... calm.

His approach never falters, and his steps brought him closer and closer to the granduer lingering in the clearest of midnight skies. Only once, when his hoof ticks upon ice hidden beneath the snow does he stop. Glancing down with the briefest of considerations, the beast throws his caution to the wind and trusts the water below. Water had never failed him before. Windswept, small dunes of snow remained on the lake that the stallion now waltzed upon, tarrying to take his time and appreciate the moment. His jade eyes never leave the constantly revolving colors of the lights above him. The carapaces upon his back dance with various hued highlights and the brass of his horns hardly showcase their true color. Some distance he walks into the lake, careful of his step, mindful of his touch, until coming to a final halt. Just blow the majesty of the Gods and Spirits - for what other reason could their be? - Davaros marveled in silence. Though his neck ached and he knew that the best things in life were tests. "A beauty befit a land such as these..." He murmurs to himself, a grin only described by reverential.


Word Count: 627
Tagged: ---
OOC: my little awe-struck boy <3

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#3

All things are working for my good

The stallion's hollow stare skimmed over the vivid alabaster landscape, pupiless orbs drinking in its alluring beauty. While the male was no stranger to snow and the biting cold of winter's element he could not help but to be captivated by its haunting beauty. It was, without a doubt his favorite season. He relished the quiet it seemed to usher in, the snowfall that graced the land, and more. Finally he blinked, removing his gaze from the path laying out to the side of him whilst opting to travel forth. There was a brief thought as to just how thick the snow would become. Yet based on the idle flurries he assumed that it would accumulate at its own pace.

For now, the beast lumbered through the forest, trudging through the thick blanket already covering the ground. Giving his hulking bodice a thorough shake he rid himself of the snow beginning to collect upon his back and wings. He could not allow himself to become sick as his old master use to call it. Steady tendrils of steam left his fluttering nostrils as he heaved a heavy sigh. Since making his way through the bifrost nothing of interest had struck his attention. The phantom licked his lips, temporarily relieving the dry and chapped feeling they held. In that brief moment a flicker of fantastic light shimmered within the night sky, disrupting the eerie monochromatic beauty the moon held with the starlit sky.

Nevermore's brows pinched together in a display of vast confusion. In all his many years of living, never before had he come across anything like this. The dark specter stood grounded, iridescent fur and feathers highlighted further by the colors up above as they shifted from one to another. Delicate features shifting to curiosity as he wondered if his could reach out and touch the unannounced spectacle happening up above. Unhinging obsidian wings from his body, Nevermore stretched them wide. Rearing up on his hinds the beast gave a powerful flap of his wings to propel himself into the air.

Several well timed flaps later and he was soaring silently in the direction of the floating lights. He'd flown quite the distance before reaching what he thought might be a physical point. Limbs sore he stopped, hovering there. Lifting a forearm he gently plunged his talons into the swirling light before pulling his arm back toward his chest. Interesting... He murmured, pausing to shift his foot back and forth only to find that the colors did not stick. Swiping at the air again he gained the same result, nothing. A soft chortle escaped the confines of his throat as he noticed an individual down below standing upon the ice. In his thick Romanian accent the monstrosity called out. You there, good sir. What are these strange dancing lights? The brass horned stranger was the first equine he'd come across since entering the bifrost.

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#4

be swift!


Something is happening! Throughout the night, the aurora shines with luster and radiance. Smar Lake may never see the kind of beauty witnessed upon this twilight again. As the two equine gather to lay eyes upon the grand scene, their faces alight with soft purples, greens, and blues, a calm envelopes the South. Day break will come, and with it the shimmering ribbon of the midnight sky will fade away. Like the season change around them that will transition slowly from the harsh grip of winter to the delicate caress of spring, the aurora takes time to disappear from the sky all together. Golden rays break through the canopies of the local fir trees and through the naked branches of others, casting a golden light upon the Lake and warming the souls of those who had come. Would the lights shine again? It appears only time will tell.

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#5



INTO THE RIVER'

Pastel light danced along the smooth, reflective surface of his jade carapaces and brass horns. Eyes of emerald plucked from the darkest caverns shone so brightly with mystification they challenged the beauty of the aurora above. Dark nostrils fell so still despite his steady breaths that one may have thought the stallion paralyzed, petrified in place by some curse that stole his freedom. But no. He had simply ceased his movements and relished the soft glow of the light he stood beneath. Around him, his long, chrysoprase banner had dusted away the snow, marbling the ice around him. It's polished, albeit jagged, surface gleamed in a mirror image of the sky above. The colors reflected, splashing against the stone of his hide and casting bright highlights across his hooves. A deep exhale burst through the stallion's nostrils but he dared not close his eyes. He did not want to miss the marvel of the lights above him.

Time was ultimately lost to him. He found that he forgot the sleeplessness and fatigue that had previously plagued him, and for that he was glad. Who could find melancholy in a place alight with such marvelous and serene beauty? He could have been standing there for hours, or maybe only mere minutes, when the other approached. At first it was the rhythmic beat of wings Davaros' considered he'd hallucinated - for who would be up, besides he, at such an untimely hour? Low, though, a figure came to the aurora. Davaros' first movement since stilling his tail was the smallest of twitches to adjust his sight. The silhouette of the pegasus was dark against the aurora, despite the harsh lights etching his form. indistinguishable, Davaros watched the strange plunge a - what appeared to be - talon into the light. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if the other would be burned in some disapproval from the Gods for his disruption. But the limb snapped back unharmed, and the creature was fine.

The creature struck again, quick, a fluid attack as if he had to defend himself from the harmless light. Surprised, Davaros' tail had pricked slightly in response but otherwise he had contained the small start. With a chuckle on his lips, the beast spied the kirin stud below. Soft lavender pools stared down at him, ghostly and ominous with their distinctive lack of pupil. He inquired quite plainly, a simple question any scholar would pose to a fellow who had come to study the phenomena in the sky. A small sway of his muzzle back and forth was Davaros' answer, followed by the soft, soothing lyrics of, "It is as new to me as it is to you, friend."

Emerald eyes peered off into the distance, suddenly aware of the soft plum in the sky. Off, far into the black shadows of the mountain, the first delicate magentas of dawn crested their mighty peaks. Above them, the light was all but fading slowly. Though it's ribbon undulated still betwixt the fading stars, it's luster had succumbed to the oncoming morn. "Come down," Davaros called, "The view is much better from below. Perhaps we may watch it disappear together." Of anything, Davaros was not a man to ignore those around him. While the upset to the colors hadn't been a decision he would have elected, nor did he wish to lose his interest for the sake of conversation, it was quite wonderful a prospect to share this experience with another. A connection such as this may brood friendship in the most unlikely, and while the sage did not necessarily find companionship a priority he could not deny them the chance to confer together and relish in the tranquility such an event provided.


Word Count: 619
Tagged: Nevermore
OOC: ... <3

bust & table by soupi; bg by shifaz shamoon





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@[Davaros]

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#6

All things are working for my good

The beast kept his gaze trained upon the kirin standing beneath him a little ways off. Strong wings rotated, working double time to keep their master airborne, for hovering was no easy feat. Elongated audits stood further at attention as soon as the scaled stallion spoke, answering his inquiry. It was new to him as well? Has no horse laid eyes on a wonderful phenomenon such as this before? Silent as stars, Nevermore turned his eerie gaze back upon the wavering spectacle. He had laid eyes on many grand sights throughout his lengthy lifetime, now he could add this to that list as well. How could he possibly forget?

Though the ending word of the stranger's sentence caused his demeanor to shift ever so slightly. A hint of surprise touching his features. Friend? From what he knew based on his teachings friends were good things. Every book he read that included friends left him wondering if friendship was as nice as the tales made them seem. Yet here this individual stood claiming him as such. The phantom felt...humbled, if anything. Never before did he have anyone to call friend. Following the emerald stud's line of attention he too set his sights on the beginnings of a rising sun. His eyes squinted watching the undulating colors shift within the sky.

It would be morning soon, and the phantom had half a mind to retreat to someplace dark to wait out the brightness of day until the serene coverage of nightfall came once more. However, before he could do this the same voice from down bellow beckoned him to come down from, to spend some more time watching the lights up above. There was an inner moment of turmoil churning within the ancient creature. It did not last long, and once he made up his mind he cawed down to the male below. I will give thanks until thee for thine invitation. Twisting his bodice so that his front half now pointed toward the earth he swooped down, wings tucked against his sides.

Before touching earth the wraith spread his winds wide to slow himself, allowing his hinds to touchdown first before the rest of him. Folding his feathery appendages back into place he nearly sighed with relief at their opportunity to rest. Up close now he studied the male's appearance, from the lack of mane to the flowing of his tail. Glowing orbs took particular note of the horns adorning his visage, looking as if carved from brass itself. He turned to look upon the fading lights marveling in the sight. The ribbon of color seemed to stretch as far as east was from west. Thou hast witnessed a wonderful thing. I am pleased, for the sky hath shewed me its marvelous beauty.

The words suddenly died from the stallion's lips as he turned to look upon the face of his bearded friend. Where hast thou come from, friend? He questioned, thick Romanian accent piercing every word spoken.

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