[AW] Resurrection

[Golem]

;;GOLEM

Dawn Court Outcast

Sunlight sliced through the bare branches of a forest locked in the dead of winter, and yet even as exposed as it was, only a fraction of the shafts actually made it to illumiate the understory. Undisturbed snow blanketed oiver the ground of a small clearing, a tiny ring of trees towering over the rest, their trunks choked by thick brown vines. Somewhere far off a wolf howls, calling for the start of a hunt, but it's far away now. Nothing to worry about. This part of the forest gives one the impression that no one has been here in ages. Snow drifts collect over the stones that once were a towering, glittering castle. The symbol of a mighty kingdom fallen so far into ruin that only the archway marking where the portculis used to be still stands. Time has reduced the rest of it's splendor to rubble, crushed to dirt and gravel, and left to be forgotten as the forest grew around it over time.

It is here that a single, solitary statue- an equine figure wearing a set of intricate granite battle armor, and rearing on its hind legs like some sort of proud warrior- stands, the only clue as to the kingdom's culture and aesthetics. The statue is made of black granite, and though the features are decidedly equine, there is a stylistic choice in the craftsmanship that makes it uniquely angular. The statue has been standing here for a great many centuries, too many to count, as evidenced by the fact that it is buried up to it's hips in snow and dirt. Underneath the layer of snow coverig it's face and back, the statue looks as though it has not received any care in a LONG time. Moss and leaf litter have carpeted the sculptured body, while vines have wrapped around it's legs, belly, neck, and head, anchoring it in place if it weren't already with how deep it's hind legs are sunk into the ground.

It's hard to wrap the mind around how long this thing has been here, but the while place has a sort of.... passive creepy vibe. Like it is simultaneously a place of reflection and of forboding. You should not be here. Grrrummmmmble!!! The ground begins to shake as a blue light suddenly sparks life in the statue. It glows out from the eyes, nostrils and mouth of the beast, and the light travels down the length of it's body, ina rippling wave, runic script that wasn't noticeable before suddenly gleams and flickers with the pulse of life. The legs of the Golem twitch and then jolt out of place with a shattering crash, as though it were breaking a shell around it's body. Then it struggles, leaves and snow flying everywhere as it's front hooves drag at the ground. There comes a grumbling, snapping, gutteral rumble, like the sound a tree makes when it's being uprooted. There's a sucking sound as the Golem drags itself out of the ground, it's hind leggs covered in dirt and roots and the kind of bugs that like to live under the grass.

It stands triumphantly over the snow for a bit, then turns it's neck with more creaking, splintering noises. It tested each of it's joints, standing at a full 21 hands. It glances around at it's surroundings, swinging the heavy head and snapping vines off it's form as it tried to gather it's bearings. "Hvar er ég? Hve lengi lauk ég?" The voice sounded with a dark, gravelly quality, like two massive stones grinding against each other. The words, however, were a complete jarbled mess. There was no telling what the Golem had said.

Ambiance ;; Prohibited Arts
Composed by;; Kow Otani
Words;; 613
Tags;; @Dawn Court
OOC;; Finally, xD

[Lasairian]

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?

Lasairian doean't usually go this way through the forest, but hehas gotten a little lost a few times going back and forth from the library, and it was possible he had been close to this area before. Right now he was more or less trying to map out the forest in his mind, while multi-tasking in the art of foraging for plant matter of a more medicinal nature. Seeing what sorts of herbs and flowering or non-flowering plants might be in the forest, because any of it could possibly be helpful for something. It would be a folly for him to not at least know what the forest held that could prove useful in the medical area, right?

So he pressed on, kept going forward, lookimg around and shuffling through what shubbery was around in attempts to find something that could prove useful. Lasairian had gotten well versed in what most plants and herbs looked like that could be used in a medicinal way -- as well as what they could all be used for and how much -- but he had relied too heavily on his rune and blood magic before, and with it gone now, he was wishing he had relied on it a little less back then. Yet he had been young and entralled with magic, so it was an easy mistake to have made. How was he to know that magic would be later gone?

There had been no indication of such a thing happening, and he had broken no rules to have it taken away from him by anyone who had been strong enough to do it, either. Instead, it had gone after he had left the Bheo, sometime between that and getting here. Lasairian still wasn't perfectly sure how he had gotten here to begin with, but he had been able to settle in and fit in well enough. Too well, maybe. Things had fallen too easily into place for him, which was a little concerning in retrospect, but what was he going to do about it? Complain, when it was going well and had opportunities open to him? No. He kept going, reaching, hoping.

There was a wolf howling somewhere out there, but Lasairian did not feel the urge to go and hunt it down anymore. Not while he was like this. Had he remained the way he was before these lands, he might have gone after it. Now, however, he doesn't think it is the best course of action. He proceeds onward as he had been going, soon enough finding himself in an area that does not look well traveled at all. The shapes under the snow and the stone bared in spots told a story of a structure that had once been here, and Lasairian pauses at the archway, the only thing that really gives it away. The rest might be confused for a rocky hilltop, but not this.

Or most of the rest, anyway, because there was a vine entangled statue of an equine figure of sharper angles not far from the arch. It drew Lasairian's gaze and his curiosity, because it was a good portion buried under dirt, rubble, and snow. Makes him wonder how long all of this has been left here, and what it must have been. Lasairian knew he could look into the books and see what was recorded there of all this, of whatever history was here before the Dawn Court, or even with it long ago. He doesn't know how old or new the court itself is, but he was sure that at least that much was written down somewhere in one of those books.

The vibe of the place might have affected Lasairian, if he wasn't used to and in tune with old structures and things that bespoke of what had been before; but he was used to it, because that was where he had come from, some place like that. Ancient and primal, thousands of years at it's back. A place so old that it was living in and of itself. The sithen was nothing to shake a head at, though for his childhood, up until recently enough, it was all that Lasairian had known. All of that, though he was quite young as opposed to most that he had grown up with. Growing up there was it's own story, though.

Lasairian is shaken from those thoughts by the rumbling and shaking of the ground, the way the statue emits a blue light. Perhaps he had woken it by being here, though Lasairian had touched nothing and had meant no harm by his interest and curious nature. The lit up runes catch his eye -- he had been a runemage before now, one interlocked trio of runes carved into his left shoulder still -- and he is interested further, but cautious. Lasairian knows what runes could do, how they could be used, and he was instantly more wary about what had been woken up. He no longer had his magic to fall back on, which made him uncomfortably vulnerable now.

At least he is not too close to the granite creature now, observing from where he had frozen to the spot to watch and get ready to run if need be. He was still unsure on that matter, and taking it one moment at a time, wondering if he had been noticed at all or not to begin with. It was out of the ground now, a tall thing, even to him, and Lasairian tries not to move when it swings it's head to look around. Hesitates when he heard the jumble of what might have been words. It sounded like words, but none that Lasairian knew. His roots were Gaelic, and certainly not that. Still, it did not sound angry, whatever had been said. So Lasairian took a small step forward, "hello?" he tilted his head and waited.

tag — @Golem

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