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Post by Essence on Oct 11, 2009 19:50:41 GMT -5
Lightening flashed again, flicking across the raging midnight heavens, lighting up the mare's surroundings for a split second, then reducing her to complete darkness once more. The exhausted, frightened fae was still for a moment, then jumped when the thunder began rolling. Another flash of lightening, and this time the mare stumbled across the slick terrain, using the minimal light she had available to try to gain an idea of her surroundings. Yet, they were no different from last time. Simply endless dark trees and muddy, mossy ground beneath them.
Rain pelted down upon her like knives, as though punishing her from even attempting to try to come to this place. Or was it this place? Was she in Yoshpet, home to Rising Storm, the kind, charming stallion who'd once said she would be welcomed into his lands? The stars, who usually guided her way during the night, were lost to her, hidden by the storm, so she had no idea where she was going. As far as she knew, for the present, she was completely and utterly alone. Again. And she didn't want to be. That was why she had even decided to try to come to Yoshpet in the first place! She wanted to be with Rising Storm, someone who would take care of her, love her, and allow her to run free across his lands. Now only if she could find him!
Suddenly, one of Zephyr's mud-stained hooves came in contact with something solid, and she stumbled, loosing her footing. Sooner than she knew it, she had collapsed in a heap on the ground in a muddy puddle beneath an enormous tree. The object she had stupidly tripped over was a tree root, and now she was completely soaked to the bone in mud and water. A feeling of overwhelming hopelessness surrounded her before she could catch her breath. Here she was shivering at the base of a tree in a land she knew not, completely alone in the dark and rain. Utter and complete need for help consuming her, Zephyr raised her neck as high as she could and called out into the darkness of the night, right before another crash of thunder resounded. Where was Storm?
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Post by Cyclone. on Nov 15, 2009 23:18:09 GMT -5
Rain fell like bullets from the heavens, the sky roared with thunder, and lightning split the sky frequently. Indeed, this was quite a frightening storm, but it only barely disturbed Rising Storm. It took him a while to find a place that was mostly dry and out of the wind, and then to grow used to the loud cracks and booms of thunder, but he was finally just about to drift off to sleep when, suddenly, a scream in the night pierced through the wind and rain and was shortly killed off by a loud roar of thunder. Storm's eyes flew wide open. The sound sent shivers down his spine, and he was wide awake after hearing that. He held his breath for a moment, listening for another cry or anything other than the rain and thunder, but he heard nothing. Rising Storm sighed. He knew what he had to do, but he just wanted to stay in his warm -well, almost warm- shelter and sleep. But the chances of him being able to calm down were slim, and he knew he should go investigate. This was his terra, and he was the neutral king, after all. So, ignoring the creepy feeling in his legs, and the fact that he had no idea what evil and dangerous things lay within the depths of his forest tonight, Storm set out to investigate. He couldn't let his imagination run away from him.
The painted stallion slowly wove his way through the trees, careful not to slip or trip or lose his way in the pitch black darkness. Getting lost would be easy, even with the lightning illuminating his surroundings and even though he knew how to navigate his terra quite well. Storm wasn't even quite sure what he was looking for, but he hoped it was another of his kind. Lady Luck was on the stallion's side, it seemed. He soon stumbled upon something laying in a heap on the muddy ground. He couldn't make out what it was from where he stood, and he probably would have missed it completely if it hadn't been directly in his path. He edged closer cautiously, waiting for a flash of lightning so he could see what it was. He couldn't really smell anything but dirt and rain and couldn't hear any sound emanating from the object. Finally, the forest was flooded with bright light, and Rising Storm was both relieved and surprised to see that the entity that lay at his hooves was a mare. She was still, but he believed that she was alive and probably awake. And, if he wasn't mistaken, she looked very much like someone he knew. Storm lowered his muzzle to the ground and gave her a gentle nudge. "... Zephyr?" He said quietly, his voice almost drowned out by the driving rain. He held his breath while he anxiously waited and hoped for a response.
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Post by Essence on Nov 16, 2009 21:48:28 GMT -5
The world encasing her was pure black, darker than a moonless midnight. Shadows flew across the backs of her lids, before blasts of pure light, almost as sinister as darkness itself, streaked in front of her closed orbs. Her forelegs were crumpled beneath her, and her cranium felt cemented to the otherwise slippery ground. She couldn’t have moved a muscle, even if she wanted to. All she desired, actually, was to simply lie there, against the earth, and never move again. Ever. Wait; was she even still on the ground anymore? Where was she, anyway? Shadows continued to dance, Light flashed, and suddenly, as the world above her seemed to explode, and Zephyr shivered as she became re-aware of water, driving upon her like knives. Now she knew where she was: caught out in the storm, in the middle of Rising Storm’s land. The bitter irony of that thought settled in her mind, and it cleared her otherwise fuzzy thoughts for a moment. Yet, she was exhausted, and becoming more drowsy by the second. Her lashes slowly fluttered to a shut. The darkness was succeeding in overcoming the light in her head, cocooning her, wrapping her away, far away from the cold and drenching storms, instead carrying her to a place where she knew, or rather, hoped, she’d be warm and comforted.
At that exact moment, she felt something, or someone, nudge her just slightly. It was gentle, but enough to abruptly cause Zephyr’s eyes to jolt open immediately thereafter. The light, just on the brink of becoming oblivion, had exploded and shimmered into existence once again, and the darkness was thrown back, for a moment. The darkness was roaring in fury, but just as soon as it had come, the light disappeared into nothingness once more. Everything suddenly became very cold, all over again.
No… Zephyr thought. The darkness, simply, was itself. It’s roaring, the thunder, and the light, lightning bolts. The rain bombarding her back was proof enough of the storm’s presence, constantly reminding her when she was sure she'd made her escape. But she hadn’t awoken merely by the storm, she was sure of that.
Her dark eyes straining upwards, she fought for the sight of her awakener. She didn’t have to wait long. A voice, so low it was nearly drowned out by the storm, cut through the shadows a few seconds later. It spoke her name. “…Zephyr?” it murmured softly.
The tempest rumbled and flashed overhead, and she recognized the possessor of the voice at the very same instant she caught sight of him.
“Storm!” she called out hoarsely, though her tone as low as his was. Her skull still fixed on the mud-splattered soil out of exhausted fatigue, there was no mistaking the obvious relief and happiness the mare found at seeing her savior.
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