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The Gods are replaced by raging rivers.
Titans are replaced by mudslides.
Gully washes become the latest trend as far as disasters go.
Terrastella is under seige by a Tempest that goes by no name, answers to nothing, and listens to no one.
It does not take long for someone like Vhetiveer to learn of the tragedies that surround him. As quick as it takes for word to reach his ear - it only takes half that time to make it to the main source of water - and even a fraction less to discover his first challenge. A civilian has been taken by the water - stolen away.
There is no thought process that kicks the stallion into overdrive - built for speed and as reflective as a mirror - he flashes like a copper bullet across the fields. Water jets up from both sides of him as he powers through the flooded fields. Her wings are the only thing he can see to know that his sights are right - had she been without them she may have very well been lost -- lost like him.
That cannot happen.
Not now -- not after he has seen her.
He now knows her in a way very few may know her - and he cannot let that be the first, last thing he knows of her.
"H-HOLD ON!"
The sound of his voice would startle him if he wasn't already so focused. The tin man's slippery, metal form cuts through the storm like a machete, hacking down the world beneath his feet as the storm throws whatever it can at him.
Wind makes birdnests out of his tangerine hair, lightning makes the antique patina that freckles his body glow nuclear and green just the way his eyes do. His third eye is wide open, gaping, his soul is screaming the way the wind in his ears do.
Do not fail.
Do not let her go.
"HOLD ON!" His voice rings out loud across the distance between him and the girl, like funeral bells - only this time he swears that no one will be dying.
Vhetiveer makes like a meteorite, leaps the impossible leap that could kill him if he were to hit the same sharp rocks that Virun hits, and lands in front of her. The current is strong enough to knock him over but not strong enough to keep him down. Vhetiveer swims at her and tries to knock her off the water's course but the water has its cruel way with her and takes her again. He pulls to the shoreline and intervenes again when he can, this time with teeth as he bites into her wing and throws his weight into the mare - shoving her closer to the shallows.
Vhetiveer spits out bloody feathers for the third time in his life and hates it more than he did the last time.
@Virun @Random Events
Titans are replaced by mudslides.
Gully washes become the latest trend as far as disasters go.
Terrastella is under seige by a Tempest that goes by no name, answers to nothing, and listens to no one.
It does not take long for someone like Vhetiveer to learn of the tragedies that surround him. As quick as it takes for word to reach his ear - it only takes half that time to make it to the main source of water - and even a fraction less to discover his first challenge. A civilian has been taken by the water - stolen away.
There is no thought process that kicks the stallion into overdrive - built for speed and as reflective as a mirror - he flashes like a copper bullet across the fields. Water jets up from both sides of him as he powers through the flooded fields. Her wings are the only thing he can see to know that his sights are right - had she been without them she may have very well been lost -- lost like him.
That cannot happen.
Not now -- not after he has seen her.
He now knows her in a way very few may know her - and he cannot let that be the first, last thing he knows of her.
"H-HOLD ON!"
The sound of his voice would startle him if he wasn't already so focused. The tin man's slippery, metal form cuts through the storm like a machete, hacking down the world beneath his feet as the storm throws whatever it can at him.
Wind makes birdnests out of his tangerine hair, lightning makes the antique patina that freckles his body glow nuclear and green just the way his eyes do. His third eye is wide open, gaping, his soul is screaming the way the wind in his ears do.
Do not fail.
Do not let her go.
"HOLD ON!" His voice rings out loud across the distance between him and the girl, like funeral bells - only this time he swears that no one will be dying.
Vhetiveer makes like a meteorite, leaps the impossible leap that could kill him if he were to hit the same sharp rocks that Virun hits, and lands in front of her. The current is strong enough to knock him over but not strong enough to keep him down. Vhetiveer swims at her and tries to knock her off the water's course but the water has its cruel way with her and takes her again. He pulls to the shoreline and intervenes again when he can, this time with teeth as he bites into her wing and throws his weight into the mare - shoving her closer to the shallows.
Vhetiveer spits out bloody feathers for the third time in his life and hates it more than he did the last time.
@Virun @Random Events
