Below Zero
my frost philosophy will put no curse on me
When the volcano had first woken, she was deep beneath the waves – deep beyond the island’s reach. When the dust first hit the sky, and the lava heated the waters, only a faint shift in the vapors trailing her skin whispered of a difference. No, she hadn’t been present for that. She had been present for the bridge that formed, for those that seemed to gather before it. And she had done so too. Not for curiosity over an island that had vanished, but for what she saw now. The hardened rock beneath her was stretched through her beloved sea, as if mocking it into nothing but a mere obstacle easily overcome. She traveled it with caution, gaze watching. Things were no right.
She moved slowly, the vapors trailing over her body dropping temperature, protecting her from any lava not yet hardened to stone, keeping her body cool. It seemed a macabre mocking of the water, as pearls dotted the stone, oysters trapped in time and stone. She frowned as she glanced at the seaweed, sniffing what was a preferred treat to her (real grass lacked the rich flavor of seagrasses in her marine-tinted view), but dare not touch what to her was foreign and . . . wrong. The bridge stretched for miles, holding mysteries and secrets within its stony grasp.
She carried on however. Seawater lapping at her hooves in some parts, while others seemed to shimmer like stars, wrong . . . it all felt wrong. As she continued further things seemed to make less since, feathers forming flowers, pink sand artfully decorating the black, and odd pieces of metal spinning, and fruit blooming from stone. She wondered what foreign piece of land had been misplaced onto their island – for surely this wasn’t of Novus, of even the planet they were on.
Then a new strangeness startled her, tentacles rising, or broken fins decorating the foam caps. Stories of other such monsters hit her mind, these stories of a planet her people were rumored to have come from – stories passed down more generations than they could count – stories not believed to be truth anymore. Giant Leviathans of the likes no one had seen before, dangerous and eager to eat all in their path. She stayed away from the edge, unwilling to risk it even if she was yearning to disappear into the water and see what it was beneath the water’s surface. But it sang wrong to her . . . . something had corrupted the beloved waters, and for the aqua-equine, it filled her soul with sadness.
A wall of ivy seemed to suddenly enter her vision, and as she did so, she noted others gathering around, stopping. Her eyes weren’t for the horses, keeping her distance from the others, as her tail swished in agitation over what was clearly so wrong. The ivy was reaching, seemingly moving towards the horses closest, and she couldn’t help but wonder . . . what was beyond the ivy . . . and was it filled with as much wrongness as what was on this side?
Thoughts
Speech
She moved slowly, the vapors trailing over her body dropping temperature, protecting her from any lava not yet hardened to stone, keeping her body cool. It seemed a macabre mocking of the water, as pearls dotted the stone, oysters trapped in time and stone. She frowned as she glanced at the seaweed, sniffing what was a preferred treat to her (real grass lacked the rich flavor of seagrasses in her marine-tinted view), but dare not touch what to her was foreign and . . . wrong. The bridge stretched for miles, holding mysteries and secrets within its stony grasp.
She carried on however. Seawater lapping at her hooves in some parts, while others seemed to shimmer like stars, wrong . . . it all felt wrong. As she continued further things seemed to make less since, feathers forming flowers, pink sand artfully decorating the black, and odd pieces of metal spinning, and fruit blooming from stone. She wondered what foreign piece of land had been misplaced onto their island – for surely this wasn’t of Novus, of even the planet they were on.
Then a new strangeness startled her, tentacles rising, or broken fins decorating the foam caps. Stories of other such monsters hit her mind, these stories of a planet her people were rumored to have come from – stories passed down more generations than they could count – stories not believed to be truth anymore. Giant Leviathans of the likes no one had seen before, dangerous and eager to eat all in their path. She stayed away from the edge, unwilling to risk it even if she was yearning to disappear into the water and see what it was beneath the water’s surface. But it sang wrong to her . . . . something had corrupted the beloved waters, and for the aqua-equine, it filled her soul with sadness.
A wall of ivy seemed to suddenly enter her vision, and as she did so, she noted others gathering around, stopping. Her eyes weren’t for the horses, keeping her distance from the others, as her tail swished in agitation over what was clearly so wrong. The ivy was reaching, seemingly moving towards the horses closest, and she couldn’t help but wonder . . . what was beyond the ivy . . . and was it filled with as much wrongness as what was on this side?
Thoughts
Speech
i feel no cold, i feel no fear inside my mind
Now I'm full of energy
STAFF EDIT***
@Below Zero has rolled a 6, and has been awarded A mollusk shell that when crushed IC will allow for an extra RE roll (but only for RE threads during the SWP). Please see the RE post of this thread for details.
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