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Post by loveboxer123 on Apr 10, 2018 12:01:01 GMT -6
Like Glitter and Gold An Rp between Crescent and Alya Valley of Melodies, Dawn A few months after Chapter V Crescent's Level 18/19 rewards |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Apr 10, 2018 12:05:09 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Serora Warder
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Crescent was flying. The dawn trickled over her form, wings clawing at the air as she drove on. Easily, she tucked her wings, diving through Alya’s divine skies. The entirety of Sedo wasn't easily seen, but it curled in every direction. Crescent let her eyes fall closed, stretching her neck as her mane and tail whipped upwards.
It had been many months. Many many months since her attack, and everything that spiraled up and down to here. Crescent, blessed by Alya, sweeping through the air on brightened wings. Slowly, she twisted, opening her wings to catch the air just in time to avoid smashing into the rock. She lowered into the valley below. The Valley of Melodies was a place that Crescent loved, the pegasus mare feeling a connection to the place. With its wild beauty and the whistle of wind playing music of the walls, it was somewhere she could stay if she didn't have a job to perform. The job was something she adored, but it was hard and left her wary of the outside world. Under the red cloak she wore, this was obvious by the clank of her sheathed scythe. Her windswept mane fell into her eyes and with a snort, she blew it out of her face. Slowly, she folded her wings as she landed, beginning to walk across the sandy ground.
Her connection to this place stemmed to her love of her goddess. As she walked, she hummed, a song to Alya her mother had taught her years ago. Her walking turned into a rhythmic stamp of her hooves while she walked, snapping along to the beat of the song she hummed. She thought while she hummed. Crescent had been here several months ago, and had received a vision from the goddess herself. Kirins had killed everything. Ignacio and Kaia had killed Alya and She had come back. She...loved her. It was a foreign thought. Cres had done...so much in her life. The humming came to an end, her ears falling back as the sound of her hum left her ears, leaving it silent and cold.
She had nearly been murdered by the man who killed her mother. She had gotten Milo. She had gotten blessed by Argus. She had...she had become a Warder. She had gained Hyper Speed. She had supported the Talori. The Talori turned out to be killing her winged brethren. Her wings trembled as she remembered the announcement.
But, before the announcement, Alya had spoken to their group. The image of the Kirin child killing the pegasus haunted her dreams. But, Alya said she loved her. Her
Of all her children. She loved her instead of hating. Really, she said she loved all of her children, but Crescent wasn't excluded. She had been remade in Alya’s image.
Slowly, the young mare stopped, opening her wings, and shoving herself upwards, landing on a nearby rock column, letting the wind rush through her mane.
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Post by brandvandet on May 23, 2018 10:27:41 GMT -6
A wind comes whistling through the valley, bouncing off twisted spires and bounding through great, bent arches of stone. At first, it’s a single note, soft but sustained. As it travels, as it interacts with this land, diving through crevices and ricocheting back in echoes, it splinters and grows. Now there are several different breezes, each assembling their orchestra from the littered rocks. It’s a capricious melody, hard to catch and harder to follow but it swells with the strength of the wind until it is singing. The crescendo builds, the notes breaking apart with a climax as She seems to step from the heart of her song, from somewhere just beyond this world. With a great unfurling, she spreads her wings to the dawn sky, the soft peach sinking down the four of them to the edge of her golden coat. MY CHILD. The goddess looks down at her daughter, pride as great as her flung wings swelling. Breezes nip out as if to play through Crescent’s new feathers. Alya bends her head toward the woman, pressing her lips to her brow. She draws back, gathering the wind under her wings and looks to the sky with a wild smile. COME, FLY WITH ME.
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Post by loveboxer123 on May 23, 2018 11:01:31 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Serora Warder
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Crescent’s ears tick to the sound of the breezes. She looks over her shoulder, eyebrows in a deep furrow. Was someone with wind manipulation playing with the breezes here? She is intent on giving them a piece of her mind, nearly starting to turn around. Then, the harmonious crash of winds, whirling into a octave no normal wind manipulator could match. The warder turns once more, to the other side now, anxious turquoise scoping the Valley around her. She steps back, ears flicking. She stares around her, doing a complete turn on her rock. Then, as she finishes the 360, she hears it.
MY CHILD
It reverberates through her bones, an aching held deep within. She gapes, eyes going wide. She would recognize the voice anywhere. She heard it when it grew in wild anger, when she was blessed with Hyper Speed. She heard it in grief in this very valley. And now she hears it again.
“Alya. W-Wind beneath your wings! ” Crescent whispers in complete awe. The dawn sky paints Her four great wings with pastel light, as breezes rush by to toy with her feathers. She has to stifle laughter as they playfully tug at them. She blows part of her overgrown mane from her eyes, still staring at the Wind Mother in total awe. Her nose crinkles, head bowing as affectionate lips brush her forehead, a smile wrinkling her face. Her cheek feathers ruffle. It's a gesture she is familiar with, her mother having done it multiple times when she was young. She gives Alya a wide smile as the goddess cranes her head back to look at the sky.
COME, FLY WITH ME An invitation to join the goddess in flight. Crescent, with the eagerness of a foal on their birthday, immediately spreads her wings and ascends. It takes her a moment (adjusting to flying after so long of running was something she was still working on) but she made it, eagerly dancing on the winds of her goddess.
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Post by brandvandet on Sept 30, 2018 20:48:53 GMT -6
WIND BENEATH YOUR WINGS! The goddess calls back, the sky brightening from the pastels of dawn to the clear blue of day. Her wings are slower to change, retaining the soft purples and oranges of the dawn as clouds cling to the edges of her feathers. Moons rise in the spread of her plumage even though the sky will be clear of the watch of her eyes until late that night. Alya spreads her wings and beats them, each pair acting in opposition as she hovers in the air for a moment before swooping after her devotee. As if instinctive extensions of her, which, of course, they were, the wind currents respond to the pair. The lift of the warm thermal swept beneath them, buoying them upward and supporting the new wings her companion flew upon. Despite the fury and rage that her skies could produce, she could also call on them to be kind. She was the goddess of breezes and songs as much as she was the caller of tornadoes and screams. I HAVE MISSED THIS. THE JOY OF IT. Her call spins off on a breeze as she remembers flying long ago with her Furies. She turns her head to Crescent and smiles wildly. There's a decadence in flying like this with one of her children, here in this physical reality. While the Starscape was truly her home, Hireath was a world she had created, with help and it held a sense of security that was dangerously luring. She needed to remember why this was so rare. She needed to remember the penalty this could hold if this went on for too long.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Oct 3, 2018 12:38:49 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Serora Warder
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The voice of the Wind Mother reverberated through her bones, shaking her down and making her gasp and tremble, her smile wide on her face. She swooped on the winds of her patron, her laugh intermingling with the goddess’s. Crescent rose high above her, wings clawing at her breezes, before spiraling back down in a cocoon of her own feathers.
She was a daredevil, her newfound wings heighting her tendencies into something that toed the edge of absolute stupidity. But Crescent, never one to be told what to do nor realize what her actions did, still pulled her high flying aerial stunts.
The mare steadied herself, flying alongside Alya, her mind still reeling over being pulled into the sky to fly with Her. Turquoise darted over to Alya, then back to the ground below. Softly, she speaks, a question fit for someone much smaller and younger than herself.
“Why did you leave it? If you miss it so much?” Rapidly, she began to backpedal, stammering.
“I don't mean any disrespect of course! I just….did we do something wrong?” Her mind refused to accept that Alya had done any wrong. Her blame rested squarely on the shoulders of her fellow mortals, mostly herself.
She fell silent then, letting the breeze tug gently at her mane.
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