Sunlight sliced through the bare branches of a forest locked in the dead of winter, and yet even as exposed as it was, only a fraction of the shafts actually made it to illumiate the understory. Undisturbed snow blanketed oiver the ground of a small clearing, a tiny ring of trees towering over the rest, their trunks choked by thick brown vines. Somewhere far off a wolf howls, calling for the start of a hunt, but it's far away now. Nothing to worry about. This part of the forest gives one the impression that no one has been here in ages. Snow drifts collect over the stones that once were a towering, glittering castle. The symbol of a mighty kingdom fallen so far into ruin that only the archway marking where the portculis used to be still stands. Time has reduced the rest of it's splendor to rubble, crushed to dirt and gravel, and left to be forgotten as the forest grew around it over time.
It is here that a single, solitary statue- an equine figure wearing a set of intricate granite battle armor, and rearing on its hind legs like some sort of proud warrior- stands, the only clue as to the kingdom's culture and aesthetics. The statue is made of black granite, and though the features are decidedly equine, there is a stylistic choice in the craftsmanship that makes it uniquely angular. The statue has been standing here for a great many centuries, too many to count, as evidenced by the fact that it is buried up to it's hips in snow and dirt. Underneath the layer of snow coverig it's face and back, the statue looks as though it has not received any care in a LONG time. Moss and leaf litter have carpeted the sculptured body, while vines have wrapped around it's legs, belly, neck, and head, anchoring it in place if it weren't already with how deep it's hind legs are sunk into the ground.
It's hard to wrap the mind around how long this thing has been here, but the while place has a sort of.... passive creepy vibe. Like it is simultaneously a place of reflection and of forboding. You should not be here. Grrrummmmmble!!! The ground begins to shake as a blue light suddenly sparks life in the statue. It glows out from the eyes, nostrils and mouth of the beast, and the light travels down the length of it's body, ina rippling wave, runic script that wasn't noticeable before suddenly gleams and flickers with the pulse of life. The legs of the Golem twitch and then jolt out of place with a shattering crash, as though it were breaking a shell around it's body. Then it struggles, leaves and snow flying everywhere as it's front hooves drag at the ground. There comes a grumbling, snapping, gutteral rumble, like the sound a tree makes when it's being uprooted. There's a sucking sound as the Golem drags itself out of the ground, it's hind leggs covered in dirt and roots and the kind of bugs that like to live under the grass.
It stands triumphantly over the snow for a bit, then turns it's neck with more creaking, splintering noises. It tested each of it's joints, standing at a full 21 hands. It glances around at it's surroundings, swinging the heavy head and snapping vines off it's form as it tried to gather it's bearings. "Hvar er ég? Hve lengi lauk ég?" The voice sounded with a dark, gravelly quality, like two massive stones grinding against each other. The words, however, were a complete jarbled mess. There was no telling what the Golem had said.
Composed by;; Kow Otani
Words;; 613
Tags;; @Dawn Court
OOC;; Finally, xD
