the earth sings when he touches it
It's fitting isn't it, that in the end the hunt is nothing more than a race?
Each horse is brought down to their core, the stretch of sinew over muscle, the inhale of salt and brine into lungs made for this exhilarating pulling of air. There is the sweat on their skin and the stillness in the air and the way their hooves are all singing instead of pounding through the sand. Ahead there is the final snake turning her head towards all the horses running for the relic.
When the sake turns it is only to open her great jaws in a mighty roar. And then she becomes nothing more than another tunnel for them to race through.
Perhaps they might slow to look at the way her massive oak ribs arch over their heads like beams of a cathedral. Or maybe they would only race faster through the hollow of her body and never once pause to feel the way the fronds of her organs reach for their skin, saying in the way of earth hurry, hurry.
And maybe they cannot hear the music in the space between their racing bodies-- the wild thrilling of wolves and birds running from the flame. But the song grows to a fever pitch until like all races, there must be a end of it.
There is only one horse to reach the relic sitting on a pedestal of petrified wood. It pulses like the ivy as the first horse draws closer, an echo of the wild beating of their heart and the quivering of their aching lungs. When that horse gets closer they might notice that in the end the relic is nothing more than a silver stone that's almost clear enough to be diamond. Where it not for threads of light woven between the stone it would seem nothing more than another gemstone found in the Night Markets. It's beautiful for sure, but small enough to hold in the frail magic all horses posses.
Was it really worth all this?
In the stillness before the horse grabs it, the island holds its breath like a thing waiting to die. Somewhere in the belly of the sea a shark starts to swim far out towards the horizon. And when the horse grabs the stone the island trembles with a roar.
The trembling never ends.
The relic hunt is over! @erasmus has beat the other horses and may now claim their prize with a final post. As soon as you do the island will begin to disintegrate, so a quick exit is recommended!
This officially concludes the relic hunt! If your character did not win the relic, they will go home empty. A follow up thread will be posted shortly to wrap up the island, and for everyone to make their exits.
The only post after this one should be @erasmus claiming the relic.
@Sid will be working with the winner to go over what they may do now that their character has the IC relic.
The final reply to this thread gives you +1 post in an SWP.
Thanks for playing <3.
Each horse is brought down to their core, the stretch of sinew over muscle, the inhale of salt and brine into lungs made for this exhilarating pulling of air. There is the sweat on their skin and the stillness in the air and the way their hooves are all singing instead of pounding through the sand. Ahead there is the final snake turning her head towards all the horses running for the relic.
When the sake turns it is only to open her great jaws in a mighty roar. And then she becomes nothing more than another tunnel for them to race through.
Perhaps they might slow to look at the way her massive oak ribs arch over their heads like beams of a cathedral. Or maybe they would only race faster through the hollow of her body and never once pause to feel the way the fronds of her organs reach for their skin, saying in the way of earth hurry, hurry.
And maybe they cannot hear the music in the space between their racing bodies-- the wild thrilling of wolves and birds running from the flame. But the song grows to a fever pitch until like all races, there must be a end of it.
There is only one horse to reach the relic sitting on a pedestal of petrified wood. It pulses like the ivy as the first horse draws closer, an echo of the wild beating of their heart and the quivering of their aching lungs. When that horse gets closer they might notice that in the end the relic is nothing more than a silver stone that's almost clear enough to be diamond. Where it not for threads of light woven between the stone it would seem nothing more than another gemstone found in the Night Markets. It's beautiful for sure, but small enough to hold in the frail magic all horses posses.
Was it really worth all this?
In the stillness before the horse grabs it, the island holds its breath like a thing waiting to die. Somewhere in the belly of the sea a shark starts to swim far out towards the horizon. And when the horse grabs the stone the island trembles with a roar.
The trembling never ends.
The relic hunt is over! @erasmus has beat the other horses and may now claim their prize with a final post. As soon as you do the island will begin to disintegrate, so a quick exit is recommended!
This officially concludes the relic hunt! If your character did not win the relic, they will go home empty. A follow up thread will be posted shortly to wrap up the island, and for everyone to make their exits.
The only post after this one should be @erasmus claiming the relic.
@Sid will be working with the winner to go over what they may do now that their character has the IC relic.
The final reply to this thread gives you +1 post in an SWP.
Thanks for playing <3.
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