- begins with her creation
All is silent until the gods come, rising upon the sun. They tumble in through great pillars, streaming in gold and stirring the dust motes that swirl in idle revelry. Their laughter is wild and creativity burns in the ichor of their veins.
Upon a dias they gather, about a marble statue, white as innocence and rearing in fearsome wonder. The sun limns its marble limbs in light casting a warrior’s shadow across the tiled floor of its divine temple.
The statue is divine, it is a warrior’s cry, a violent twist of grace and ferocity. The gods admire their work, as all gods do. Even in their troubled hearts they find glory in their masterpiece. But it will not do, no matter its wild savagery and haloing sun.
It’s gods pull the winds in from the mountainside upon which their temple rests. They push it in, in to the statue until stone becomes animated and marble hair rises and falls at the zephyr’s touch. It is soft as silk, rippling in the wind, rolling like the sea.
But still the gods are not content with merely that and they turn yet more marble into flesh. Pink skin blushes and black skin darkens. Over it they lie snow stolen from the mountain’s cap and cover their statue so completely. Snow warms and yet it does not melt. It warms and warms, forging in magic until it becomes like velvet to touch. The soft down of equine hair gleams in the sunlight and oh how the sun shines upon this creation. Not content with merely white they take too a tiger’s skin, its fierce oranges and its swallowing blacks. They lay them across her skin and paint their creation with the bark of trees that grow within the temple’s atrium. Red roses bloom and they steal their petals and their colour, weaving them into ribbons that wrap about the flowing mane and rippling tail. Cherry blood is painted across each hoof and then, oh then, the gods pull the blue out of their sky.
An eye, what is in an eye?
They paint the marble blue and black, bright as the sky and dark as night. They run the sun along its surface but it does not gleam, it does not move. Not until they draw eternity down, down from the endless universe above. They trap time in its confines and weave it into nerves and bones and fibers and then, then they press and press and press it into their new creation too.
That great creature rears, it pierces the sky with its stone limbs and staring eyes. It’s lips are parted with a soundless, endless cry that reaches out into the stars. Yet so suddenly the silence is no more!
A life, endless and eternal, twines and twists through its warming flesh. It turns all into bone and vessels, nerves and airways. Her eternal lungs burn as the statue draws its first breath – it comes with the sound of groaning, creaking stone: an earthquake rumbling within a god’s creation.
At the beginning of time they named their creation Antiope and she is endless. Eternity burns fire-blue within her eyes. There are galaxies swallowed in her Time-born gaze and as universes grow, so does she.
Upon a dias they gather, about a marble statue, white as innocence and rearing in fearsome wonder. The sun limns its marble limbs in light casting a warrior’s shadow across the tiled floor of its divine temple.
The statue is divine, it is a warrior’s cry, a violent twist of grace and ferocity. The gods admire their work, as all gods do. Even in their troubled hearts they find glory in their masterpiece. But it will not do, no matter its wild savagery and haloing sun.
It’s gods pull the winds in from the mountainside upon which their temple rests. They push it in, in to the statue until stone becomes animated and marble hair rises and falls at the zephyr’s touch. It is soft as silk, rippling in the wind, rolling like the sea.
But still the gods are not content with merely that and they turn yet more marble into flesh. Pink skin blushes and black skin darkens. Over it they lie snow stolen from the mountain’s cap and cover their statue so completely. Snow warms and yet it does not melt. It warms and warms, forging in magic until it becomes like velvet to touch. The soft down of equine hair gleams in the sunlight and oh how the sun shines upon this creation. Not content with merely white they take too a tiger’s skin, its fierce oranges and its swallowing blacks. They lay them across her skin and paint their creation with the bark of trees that grow within the temple’s atrium. Red roses bloom and they steal their petals and their colour, weaving them into ribbons that wrap about the flowing mane and rippling tail. Cherry blood is painted across each hoof and then, oh then, the gods pull the blue out of their sky.
An eye, what is in an eye?
They paint the marble blue and black, bright as the sky and dark as night. They run the sun along its surface but it does not gleam, it does not move. Not until they draw eternity down, down from the endless universe above. They trap time in its confines and weave it into nerves and bones and fibers and then, then they press and press and press it into their new creation too.
That great creature rears, it pierces the sky with its stone limbs and staring eyes. It’s lips are parted with a soundless, endless cry that reaches out into the stars. Yet so suddenly the silence is no more!
A life, endless and eternal, twines and twists through its warming flesh. It turns all into bone and vessels, nerves and airways. Her eternal lungs burn as the statue draws its first breath – it comes with the sound of groaning, creaking stone: an earthquake rumbling within a god’s creation.
At the beginning of time they named their creation Antiope and she is endless. Eternity burns fire-blue within her eyes. There are galaxies swallowed in her Time-born gaze and as universes grow, so does she.
@Antiope's Immortality quest begins with her creation - in the temple of the four gods of her homeland. The four gods arrive in the morning, gathering around a marble statue. Antiope's story will begin when they bring her to life - but the rest of her story is her's to write.
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