the most dangerous woman of all is the one who refuses to rely on your sword because she carries her own
The clouds part as if something had distinctly told them to do so. What the fresh expanse between the dappled vapors revealed was unnerving, though not unexpected. The savage volcano had developed a well-made obsidian bridge for the equine to tread. She was bothered, but her bravery was palpable and she strode forth. The atmosphere was viscid, a dense syrup that was uncomfortable to breathe, but she trekked onwards and nothing but a blessed tragedy could've changed that. Maerys's hooves banged evenly on the still-warm rock as she pressed forward, her hammers catching murmurs of ivy and vine. As her steady gait led her further down the track, she knew all she was destined to reach was the horizon where the wall remained for those brave enough to approach.
In the mare, on either side of her mule quarters, beasts dirtied the seas. Their physique was hardly discernable in the murky adumbrations of the waves swelling, though in her core she knew the sluggish movements they projected belied the pace they were truly capable of. Though she only saw glimpses of this and that, she wondered if slime dripped and oozed from their bodies, if their jaws were strapped with rows of fangs, or if their force was beyond understanding. The flame their tentacles flashed was violent and hungry, waiting for one of the equines to simply blunder and fall into the liquid where their bodies would be devoured in some brutal way.
The bridge itself was unusual at times, too shallow and irregular. There were quills, sand, fissures, kelp, margarites, and oysters within the obsidian. It tasted unfamiliar, but Maerys trudged on and on, her hooves carrying her the miles necessary to reach this ivy wall. The volcano in the distance had vanished soundlessly, unlike how it had entered. There was little sign that any volcanic action had taken place, but they had all seen it and would surely never forget.
As she reached the wall of ivy, a faint film of perspiration beading her golden fleece, she queried if in hundreds of years, when the rest of the world had broken from age and everyone she knew in her short life was lifeless (including herself), if the bridge would still remain- a fossilized bone of Novus's history.
MAERYS
of dawn court
STAFF EDIT***
@Maerys has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +100 signos.
