Gods were foreign to her, and it sounded like many others had similar experiences as they mulled over their unanswered prayers. The flesh of Seasna was supported on the backbone of belief in the spiritual, of a force greater than the parts but reliant on their cohesiveness to thrive. There were no deities, no individuals lording over mortals, and death was celebrated as a generous gift.

Novus would prove to be different. Several more individuals appeared from amongst the trees, each one seemingly more fantastical than the last. Violent horns and branching antlers adorned some, while others clasped regal wings against their sides, the feathers fitting snugly over one another. Her dark eyes glanced briefly at the purple horns adorning the ivory crown of the mare before her, and for a moment Hydra loftily wondered what it might be like to stray from the basic equine mold. She entertained it fleetingly, the realist in her recognizing it as a mere passing fancy.

Her brows hitched, reading Jaxis’ candid annoyance. “Sounds amazing,” she spoke with a dry snort. “They did this overnight, huh? Just because they can?” Her gaze crawled up the nearest tree trunk, studying the deep grooves in the bark where insects and secrets hid. It was almost beguiling, though she frowned at the lie that they were – these trees were not ancient, though perhaps they had been fashioned by an ageless force. An exhale burst from her nostrils, fluttering a clump of soft, minty-green moss.

Before she could turn back to Jaxis, a tremor rolled through the earth, her stocky legs quickly finding stalwart purchase.

“What the hell was that?” The dun whipped her head back to the brooding Jaxis, nostrils flaring and ears tipping back. The question burned in her eyes as they peered from beneath her forelock, the thick cream strands disheveled and wild. Calculated distrust began to boil within her chest.

What it would be like to be a god – moving mountains, molding life!

She guessed they took it just as easily.

@Jaxis  @Random Events
ooc. hiya! I’m writing it as though the entrance just collapsed. Sorry for the delay!

HIS CALL BOOMED louder than a thunderclap. There was no static, no possibility of mistaking the bellowing voice as heralding from anything other than a magical, otherworldly being. It reminded her of the raging swells as they crashed relentlessly against the rocky shores back home. Sometimes, whole shelves would tumble down into their depths, calving in the face of sheer power. Is that how they see us? As things to bend and break? she thought with a frown as she winced, uncertain if she was feeling anything other than belittled.

“He sounds pretty pissed off… I wonder what they did to be on the receiving end.” She glanced up at Jaxis, meeting her apathetic gaze. “You’ve met him before, then? In the swamps?”

“Call me ignorant, but I had my doubts that gods existed,” she admitted with a shrug and a bemused, toothless smile. Suddenly, the other horses gathered upon the summit seemed to be flocking together with purpose. A few rushed past in a flurry of colors, flowing manes, and peculiar jewelry, quickly crossing the summit to an area that Hydra was unable to see from her current vantage point. She craned her head to peer just beyond Jaxis, shuffling slightly in order to see past the towering mare.

“Do you think?” Her ears swiveled forward, straining to catch the voices that constituted the regimes. “It sounds like they’ve been trapped.” Slowly she sank back down from the tips of her black hooves, pondering the fate of those sealed behind the puzzle of granite and rage.

@Jaxis : )

HER BROW FURROWED as she watched the horses teaming together, straining against boulders and rubble. The dun filly had never felt that brand of force tug within her, one that would compel such action to rescue an authority figure. For family, she would dive in without question. But the elders of her tribe? Hell no, pompous assholes, she scoffed and flicked her head. Each soul was something different to every individual, and she assumed the masses had gathered to protect family, friends, and principles. Her eyes remained fixed on the cacophony across the clearing as Jaxis spoke of a bird filled with a clarion - and albeit oddly deep - voice.

“They’re strangers to me,” she replied noncommittally to the taller horse’s open-ended question. Hydra felt the pulse of this rendezvous growing weak, and Jaxis’ impatience was palpable. Her gut feeling was solidified as the horned one began to backtrack. Not one to overstay her welcome, she began to turn away in order to head deeper into the clearing.

“Well, thanks for the info. I’m going to go check it out before the fun dries up.” She bid adieu with a decorous smile and polite nod of her head. Languidly she walked towards the impromptu prison that these strange foreign gods had made, her curiosity having been piqued at the prospect of adventure.

@Jaxis Closing post!