Below Zero
my frost philosophy will put no curse on me
Bel remained mostly quiet as others started to approach and voice their own thoughts, collecting tidbits of information from those that came in regards to the pantheon of this island, still not knowing too much about the gods and their lore. There was little that she could actually take, or give to the conversation at the moment.
The large vulture that arrived was not what she expected to see next however, and she silently flinched back from it, the vapors drifting off her skin suddenly turning ice cold in a silent attempt to calm the startled mare as she eyed down the odd creature. It spoke, and it's words grated against the treader and reinforced her displeasure at its' arrival. However, at the arrival of a cloaked being she noticed that her new Triton, King, her lead seemed to know her, and seemed to know of the spoken mention of mazes and these gods.
And then words of doom were spoken with such glee that the aquatic-mare took a step closer to the sea as if to dive back to it's more welcoming embrace, even if the sea around this odd island was less than what she was used to. The others around seemed to react as well, murmuring and growing in a panic, not a good thing Bel thinks. However, it wasn't until the sea suddenly goes calm and with out movement that Bel freezes, turning towards the water with almost a distressed expression on her face at the sudden removal of the sounds and noise that spoke the the aquatic creature far easier than any land-based noise could.
Her hooves seemed to prance slightly, as unease traveled up her spine, and she desperately hopes it was the actions of her king that caused the stillness, an ability produced by his water magic, and not something worse, something less natural than a living and touchable being. Her triton than speaks, seeming to draw proof in her mind that the sea was currently in his control, as he spoke of not exploring along, staying together and watching out for one another. Her expression turns away from the crowd, to the distant island, and she knows she won't listen well to the advice. It wasn't in her nature to rely on others.
And there was too much in her being that required for her to see and discover the secrets this island might hold, pieces of history lost to islands and the ocean that sung for her to release the truths. She could respect his desire to not see others not get themselves in trouble, but she herself knew the dangers of being too close together. Less room to run, to hide. Easier for members to be cut from the pod, er herd; when panic spurred everyone onwards. Splitting up caused confusion from those wishing harm, and gave a better chance for everyone to make it back together unscathed. At least, in her experience.
As the waves began to roll, the aquatic mare visibly relaxed, side stepping only once so one hoof was touched by the wave that reached up to the shoreline, seemingly touching the mare of the waters with worshiping touch, drawing around her limb before force ably being drawn away by the tide. The soft touch of the saltwater finishes relaxing her after the suddenly stillness and silence - growing up in the waters, such silent and still waters were the sign of coming doom and storms, that the natural movement was back again soothed her greatly.
Another stallion spoke up then from the crowd, and the mare felt She had to agree. One group was easy to avoid and easier to guide, and she hesitated before speaking herself, her words heavier with life-experiences, "Greater dangers come to those who stay in larger pods, as well. It's easier to force a large pod of panicked creatures to swim along a chosen current. It's easier to pick off the members, those that can't keep up, or to cut those at the sides of the group off from the others." Her words were soft, delivered on the winds of the ocean as she stayed steadily closer to the waters than before they'd gone suddenly still, but her eyes were on her Triton, so he'd know she wasn't challenging his words, merely adding her own experiences to his suggestions, "Staying in groups, is a good idea, for strength in numbers, but while it's easier to stay clear of the loud noises of a group, it's also easier to stalk and follow the same group for the same reason." Her gaze trailed off, towards the island this time, adding one final sentence, "Either way, caution is the only way to meet this island head on. Caution and care. Least we become the ghosts and secrets this island hides, ourselves." No, she didn't trust the island one bit. And she'd be schooling with the pod for now.
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@asterion @Huehuecoyotl @Seraphina @’Random Events’ - tagging most recent key players.
The large vulture that arrived was not what she expected to see next however, and she silently flinched back from it, the vapors drifting off her skin suddenly turning ice cold in a silent attempt to calm the startled mare as she eyed down the odd creature. It spoke, and it's words grated against the treader and reinforced her displeasure at its' arrival. However, at the arrival of a cloaked being she noticed that her new Triton, King, her lead seemed to know her, and seemed to know of the spoken mention of mazes and these gods.
And then words of doom were spoken with such glee that the aquatic-mare took a step closer to the sea as if to dive back to it's more welcoming embrace, even if the sea around this odd island was less than what she was used to. The others around seemed to react as well, murmuring and growing in a panic, not a good thing Bel thinks. However, it wasn't until the sea suddenly goes calm and with out movement that Bel freezes, turning towards the water with almost a distressed expression on her face at the sudden removal of the sounds and noise that spoke the the aquatic creature far easier than any land-based noise could.
Her hooves seemed to prance slightly, as unease traveled up her spine, and she desperately hopes it was the actions of her king that caused the stillness, an ability produced by his water magic, and not something worse, something less natural than a living and touchable being. Her triton than speaks, seeming to draw proof in her mind that the sea was currently in his control, as he spoke of not exploring along, staying together and watching out for one another. Her expression turns away from the crowd, to the distant island, and she knows she won't listen well to the advice. It wasn't in her nature to rely on others.
And there was too much in her being that required for her to see and discover the secrets this island might hold, pieces of history lost to islands and the ocean that sung for her to release the truths. She could respect his desire to not see others not get themselves in trouble, but she herself knew the dangers of being too close together. Less room to run, to hide. Easier for members to be cut from the pod, er herd; when panic spurred everyone onwards. Splitting up caused confusion from those wishing harm, and gave a better chance for everyone to make it back together unscathed. At least, in her experience.
As the waves began to roll, the aquatic mare visibly relaxed, side stepping only once so one hoof was touched by the wave that reached up to the shoreline, seemingly touching the mare of the waters with worshiping touch, drawing around her limb before force ably being drawn away by the tide. The soft touch of the saltwater finishes relaxing her after the suddenly stillness and silence - growing up in the waters, such silent and still waters were the sign of coming doom and storms, that the natural movement was back again soothed her greatly.
Another stallion spoke up then from the crowd, and the mare felt She had to agree. One group was easy to avoid and easier to guide, and she hesitated before speaking herself, her words heavier with life-experiences, "Greater dangers come to those who stay in larger pods, as well. It's easier to force a large pod of panicked creatures to swim along a chosen current. It's easier to pick off the members, those that can't keep up, or to cut those at the sides of the group off from the others." Her words were soft, delivered on the winds of the ocean as she stayed steadily closer to the waters than before they'd gone suddenly still, but her eyes were on her Triton, so he'd know she wasn't challenging his words, merely adding her own experiences to his suggestions, "Staying in groups, is a good idea, for strength in numbers, but while it's easier to stay clear of the loud noises of a group, it's also easier to stalk and follow the same group for the same reason." Her gaze trailed off, towards the island this time, adding one final sentence, "Either way, caution is the only way to meet this island head on. Caution and care. Least we become the ghosts and secrets this island hides, ourselves." No, she didn't trust the island one bit. And she'd be schooling with the pod for now.
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@asterion @Huehuecoyotl @
i feel no cold, i feel no fear inside my mind
Now I'm full of energy
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