wheeling through the stars
“Bondike.”
“Bondike.”
“Boudika.”
It whispers through the surrounding mountains, twirling around trees and darting through large boulders that stick up like daggers in the ground. It finds its purchase within her ears and her ears alone. No one else would hear these words nor see what would happen tonight. The stars and moon serve as the only witness to the magic that shakes the earth.
“Lest you spring from the head of Zeus in full battle-armor as Athena does and, even then, you’re only worshipped as having come from a man.”
If the last words were whispered than these were shouted, with every intention of gaining her full attention. They do not twist and twirl through the mountains but rather cut like knives and pierce like arrows. Caligo would not let what she has created go unnoticed tonight. It finds Boudika then, amidst the trees and the mountain air and before her he appears, in all his warrior glory, glowing, shining and strong just as how she would remember him. She may have thought she had left him behind, but she would have done her best to think otherwise.
Vercingetorix could not so easily be forgotten.
“Hello Bondike,” he speaks to her, and though his voice sounds just as it should, there is an echo behind it that speaks of another time, another place, another world. He stands there breathing as if he were alive, as if he were truly there, more than just the illusion as he had been created. Every detail is in perfect place, even down to the expression he offers her as he speaks his next words. “Or should I say, Boudika, the traitor,” he says, spits, her name like venom on his tongue as if he never wished to speak such a name again.
It is then he lunges forward towards her without warning. Hooves strike out to reach any piece of her body he can touch, jaws open wide to grab hold of another piece of flesh he can rip. This is no mere translucent illusion that would awaken one from a dream with a startled gasp, Vercingetorix is as real as can be.
There is a spasm of violence before he relinquishes and steps back to look at her with cold, hard eyes that view her as nothing more than a treasonous woman. Any attempt she made to defeat him in that moment would not suffice, there was something else he needed from her. “You will not defeat me with hooves and might, but rather tooth and claw.” He says, ominous, dark, like pieces of the ocean light cannot reach no matter how bright it may shine. “Neither Bondike nor Boudika can win this fight,” he growls towards her, whatever power sustaining this illusion grew brighter, stronger, as if proving his point to the mare. His next words increase in their volume against the hum of magic that surrounds them. “There is someone else. Find them!” He yells like a mighty battle cry before lunging for her once more. He is even more imposing vin this moment, he still resembles Vercingetorix, but with sharper hooves, pointed teeth, and his body trembling with muscle meant to break bones and crush spirts, every bit of the monster that was created for this moment. He would rip and tear her apart until the only layer left behind is the power that prowled beneath her.
“Bondike.”
“Boudika.”
It whispers through the surrounding mountains, twirling around trees and darting through large boulders that stick up like daggers in the ground. It finds its purchase within her ears and her ears alone. No one else would hear these words nor see what would happen tonight. The stars and moon serve as the only witness to the magic that shakes the earth.
“Lest you spring from the head of Zeus in full battle-armor as Athena does and, even then, you’re only worshipped as having come from a man.”
If the last words were whispered than these were shouted, with every intention of gaining her full attention. They do not twist and twirl through the mountains but rather cut like knives and pierce like arrows. Caligo would not let what she has created go unnoticed tonight. It finds Boudika then, amidst the trees and the mountain air and before her he appears, in all his warrior glory, glowing, shining and strong just as how she would remember him. She may have thought she had left him behind, but she would have done her best to think otherwise.
Vercingetorix could not so easily be forgotten.
“Hello Bondike,” he speaks to her, and though his voice sounds just as it should, there is an echo behind it that speaks of another time, another place, another world. He stands there breathing as if he were alive, as if he were truly there, more than just the illusion as he had been created. Every detail is in perfect place, even down to the expression he offers her as he speaks his next words. “Or should I say, Boudika, the traitor,” he says, spits, her name like venom on his tongue as if he never wished to speak such a name again.
It is then he lunges forward towards her without warning. Hooves strike out to reach any piece of her body he can touch, jaws open wide to grab hold of another piece of flesh he can rip. This is no mere translucent illusion that would awaken one from a dream with a startled gasp, Vercingetorix is as real as can be.
There is a spasm of violence before he relinquishes and steps back to look at her with cold, hard eyes that view her as nothing more than a treasonous woman. Any attempt she made to defeat him in that moment would not suffice, there was something else he needed from her. “You will not defeat me with hooves and might, but rather tooth and claw.” He says, ominous, dark, like pieces of the ocean light cannot reach no matter how bright it may shine. “Neither Bondike nor Boudika can win this fight,” he growls towards her, whatever power sustaining this illusion grew brighter, stronger, as if proving his point to the mare. His next words increase in their volume against the hum of magic that surrounds them. “There is someone else. Find them!” He yells like a mighty battle cry before lunging for her once more. He is even more imposing vin this moment, he still resembles Vercingetorix, but with sharper hooves, pointed teeth, and his body trembling with muscle meant to break bones and crush spirts, every bit of the monster that was created for this moment. He would rip and tear her apart until the only layer left behind is the power that prowled beneath her.
@boudika will find herself in a vision sent by Caligo. In order to gain her Active Magic, she will need to summon the strength to defeat Vercingetorix. She will need to transform herself, and perhaps the confrontation will leave her forever changed.
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