Below Zero
my frost philosophy will put no curse on me
There was something about this island that seemed to set Bel’s hide tingling, a since of . . . discomfort. While it seemed genial enough, she felt like there was a ticking bomb beneath the sands, a beast waiting to lunge out and swallow those it’s leered into its trap of promised beauty. Yet she returned. Time and time again she would make her way across the macabre bridge of trapped and tortured sea life. Time and time again she would pass the agitated waters of sea serpents only described in nightmares. Time and time again she would step upon the island . . . and still the island would never not surprise her.
It seemed a place of dreams, or thoughts and wild imaginations made real. It was a place that beyond its peaceful seeming exterior she really worried of a much more sinister secret hidden within. Perhaps her worries were found-less, but she worried all the same. She was making her way back once again, however, and today she wondered just what she may come across when journeying to the island . . . she wasn’t expecting the slight pile up at the end of the bridge however.
The aquatic-equine moved slowly, her tail held aloof and just high enough not to drag on the hardened lava. Others were gathering ahead, standing together, some silhouetted much darker. Only one form did she recognize easily upon closer inspection – and namely for the gull that kept her triton company. The others gathered around were strangers. As she ventured closer she noticed all but one really seemed to be moving, watching – the one stilled was the one the others focused on, and she started to grow worried. Had something happened to the individual? Where they hurt?
As she grew closer she could hear others speaking of the gods, and wondered what it was about. It was only then that she grew close enough to see that the one she thought was a stilled horse was but a statue, although fairly lifelike. She let the others discuss as her dual set of eyes took in the statue. The second set continued to sweep over the statue of a horse climbing a mountain, while the primary set were focused on the note, reading it silently to herself.
She didn’t speak of gods as the others had, instead her voice seemed almost soft, a slight quiver to it that spoke of discomfort she tended to feel about the island, and particularly the bridge. “It’s like a scene . . . . ” She spoke mostly to herself, but allowing her voice to pitch to those who might be interested in her take on the statue, “A scene frozen in time . . .” She glanced up at the others for a moment, “Although I haven’t a clue what the note most mean. Time is here, but free . . . Unless it’s referring to the oddness of the island, how it seems to be . . .” She didn’t complete her sentence aloud, but she had to admit the island did have an oddness to it, like it was pulled out of time and set into its own world. Finally her words returned, this time rounding back to the topics of gods, her gaze turning to the others, before glancing towards her king briefly, cyan eyes concerned, “This place doesn’t feel like one blessed by any god.” She said, gaze sweeping from the mare and across each stallion in turn, “It feels . . . . wrong.” She fell silent as her gaze turned back towards the statue, finned ears flattening faintly as she stared at the odd masonry work that hadn’t been there a day before.
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@asterion @aion @morrighan @’Random Events’
It seemed a place of dreams, or thoughts and wild imaginations made real. It was a place that beyond its peaceful seeming exterior she really worried of a much more sinister secret hidden within. Perhaps her worries were found-less, but she worried all the same. She was making her way back once again, however, and today she wondered just what she may come across when journeying to the island . . . she wasn’t expecting the slight pile up at the end of the bridge however.
The aquatic-equine moved slowly, her tail held aloof and just high enough not to drag on the hardened lava. Others were gathering ahead, standing together, some silhouetted much darker. Only one form did she recognize easily upon closer inspection – and namely for the gull that kept her triton company. The others gathered around were strangers. As she ventured closer she noticed all but one really seemed to be moving, watching – the one stilled was the one the others focused on, and she started to grow worried. Had something happened to the individual? Where they hurt?
As she grew closer she could hear others speaking of the gods, and wondered what it was about. It was only then that she grew close enough to see that the one she thought was a stilled horse was but a statue, although fairly lifelike. She let the others discuss as her dual set of eyes took in the statue. The second set continued to sweep over the statue of a horse climbing a mountain, while the primary set were focused on the note, reading it silently to herself.
She didn’t speak of gods as the others had, instead her voice seemed almost soft, a slight quiver to it that spoke of discomfort she tended to feel about the island, and particularly the bridge. “It’s like a scene . . . . ” She spoke mostly to herself, but allowing her voice to pitch to those who might be interested in her take on the statue, “A scene frozen in time . . .” She glanced up at the others for a moment, “Although I haven’t a clue what the note most mean. Time is here, but free . . . Unless it’s referring to the oddness of the island, how it seems to be . . .” She didn’t complete her sentence aloud, but she had to admit the island did have an oddness to it, like it was pulled out of time and set into its own world. Finally her words returned, this time rounding back to the topics of gods, her gaze turning to the others, before glancing towards her king briefly, cyan eyes concerned, “This place doesn’t feel like one blessed by any god.” She said, gaze sweeping from the mare and across each stallion in turn, “It feels . . . . wrong.” She fell silent as her gaze turned back towards the statue, finned ears flattening faintly as she stared at the odd masonry work that hadn’t been there a day before.
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Speech
@asterion @aion @morrighan @’Random Events’
i feel no cold, i feel no fear inside my mind
Now I'm full of energy
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