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.
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.
H Y D R A
How the heavens they opened up
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain-washed histories well, we do not need to be told
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain-washed histories well, we do not need to be told
@Jaxis @Random Events
ooc. hiya! I’m writing it as though the entrance just collapsed. Sorry for the delay!
ooc. hiya! I’m writing it as though the entrance just collapsed. Sorry for the delay!
