Fable is the first one to spot the bridge, from the shore he's resting on, when the clouds dissipate. It stretches before him like a snake and at first he thinks to fly over it, so that it might not seem so dark and terrible with an end even his dragon eyes cannot see. But the air feels heavier than water on his wings when he stretches them up, and he's so very tired.
He fought the ash, drowned small clouds of it in the sea (though he thinks he might have swallowed more than that).Surely, he thinks, a little rest is not so much to ask for. So he only waits in a high dune, buried in the sand that has soaked up a little of the winter sun, and alerts his unicorn that the world is strange again.
But then he watches Raum and his monster start to cross the bridge and he shakes off his slumber and sand. When he dives into the sea, and finds the sea monsters there, he only smiles a tooth-filled smile, and joins them with hunger and rage in his chest. And perhaps if they think about challenging him, they remember his egg resting deep at the bottom of the sea. Even though he loves a unicorn, and a city on the hills, Fable is to his core a creature of the deep.
Isra is not there to see her dragon dive into the waves. There are still horses pouring into the bridge with wonder in their eyes. In hers there is only anger and fear, because she knows what evil is moving through the crowd.
She smiles, and like Fable, her teeth look like fangs against her dark skin. Her belly is churning with justice. All the soot clinging to her back turns to diamond dust and gold dust. Isra looks like she's coated in starlight when she steps onto that black lava bridge.
Isra starts to walk-- to war-- and her hooves sound like gavels across the stone, glass and metal. Clang, clang, clang. They ring like the fury chiming a fire in her heart. Her bow stars to shine at her shoulder and the fletching of her arrows quiver in the breeze racing queerly through the crowd on the bridge.
On she walks, for all the miles of the bridge, and golden flowers make a garden in all the places she's moved. And when the ivy rises on the horizon and she feels the stone tremble with a heartbeat, she only thinks it's an echo of her own roaring in her rib-cage.
Far ahead a creature screams.
Isra does not pause.
@Raum (for the mention)
STAFF EDIT***
@isra has rolled a 5, and has been awarded +140 signos!
