Post by shakespeare on Sept 2, 2006 8:22:16 GMT -5
Name: Tropical Endearments
Link: thesight2.proboards85.com/index.cgi
Rating (G-M): PG - PG13
Difficulty: advanced-intermediate
Species: equine
Activity: slow...we just opened
Plot:
A tiny field, peaceful, quiet, was about to be opened, like a new book, creaking with every turn. This place had never been touched, and only a handful of birds had been lucky enough to grab the chance to fly amongst its trees, never returning, never remembering its peace. Stillness wrapped around the miniature valley like fog, seeping into every crack and burrow, long forgotten. A twig snapped; tall grasses rustled; and speech drifted into the heart of the expanse. A pair of equines entered the small clearing. They were weary, and in need of some rest. A tiny, large pearl sized glass bulb lay before them. The smaller, azure tinted equus nudged it with her plush, nares flaring at its strange scent. The glass bulb was a prophecy, set there by an old equine, long ago. When the time came, a pair of equines was meant to find it, but until then no others would be able to notice the small field. The ball burst apart, a translucent figurine sailing up from its broken pieces. It looked upon the shocked duo, and its barely-there torso shifted to gaze directly upon them. Its wispy maw opened, and graceful lyrics spilled from its depths.
Once the lands were populated by equines, and almost each one had a gift called The Sight. It was abnormal if you didn't have it - it meant you were an outcast. The Sight had the power of allowing the bearer to look into a reflective surface, usually water from rivers or streams, and more often ponds and lakes, and see the past, future, and sometimes even the present. The catch was that it never showed everything, often showing a riddle or a puzzle, or even a prophecy. As one gazed into the water, a certain amount of strength was drained from them, so the longer they puzzled over the images before their eyes, the more strength was sapped from their body. Bodies of water that were still and did not flow and rush or go in waves were much better than those that did, like rivers and streams, because it took more of your energy to see the image, since the surface was ever-changing. And so it went on, happy years passed, and the world was at peace. But peace could never stay forever, and a young, strong black horse with a particularly defined gift of The Sight, rallied those strong in body and weak in mind and convinced them to attack the peaceful lands. Kalbitorix was his name. And so, over the years, his army grew stronger. Equines began disappearing. Terrains were raided. Darkness fell over the lands, and Kalbitorix murdered the royal couple Lefeya and Fyro and took over. One by one, he plucked off those that had The Sight. And eventually, he seemed to be the only one with it. He had killed off the gift, seemingly. But he could not live forever, and after years of terror, he died, leaving the gift diminished. Could it be gone? It became extremely rare to find one that had The Sight, and the population dwindled to barely any. It is high time that it is brought back to life, and used to rule kindly and fairly, and to protect these sacred lands. This place was once called Tropical Endearments, and once it flourished with The Sight. Bring it back.. Bring back The Sight.
The voice faded away, as well as the speaker, dissolving into thin air before the two equine's very eyes. The azure-tinted one, a mare, turned to her companion who was a deep brown hue with a light flaxen-cream mane and tail. "Phoenix...." she stuttered, orbs growing wider as they met his. A deep breath was drawn from each, and the femme started again. "Onix.. Could this be.. Real? I've heard stories, but...." The one apparently named Phoenix was silent. "Pirouette,..." he began, and then stopped. "I have heard stories.." he whispered, more to himself than his friend. "But only foalhood tales.. Spun by the elder horses of the herd.. Never real.. But.. How els?" he continued to mutter. "Piro, it must be real. But what can we do?" suddenly, a wave of exhaustion swept over both horses. Pirouette felt her head grow heavier and heavier, and knew that Phoenix was experiencing the same thing. Phoenix tried to walk forward, but his legs seemed to be full of led. His appendages folded beneath him, and he collapsed, as did Pirouette. They had passed out. From exhaustion? Or could it be the weight of The Prophecy?
"Phoenix, equine of Maliba. Awaken the gift within you. You have The Sight. The duty is yours, yours and Pirouette's. You must fulfill The Prophecy. Rule with The Sight, rule wisely. Here I leave you." It was a dream. A white mist was swirling around him, and the speaker's deep voice came from within the whirlwind of fog. "The Sight..." was the last thing Phoenix heard.
The memory of her dream roused Pirouette from her odd sleep. She blinked groggily, thoughts of her dream swirling around her head. "Pirouette, equine of Entalu. Awaken the gift within you. You have The Sight. The duty is yours, yours and Phoenix's. You must fulfill The Prophecy. Rule with The Sight, rule wisely. Here I leave you." the strange voice had said. And then suddenly memories of last night and the previous days burst forth. Running away from her home land with Phoenix, where the war was going on. Long days of travel when the very seconds dragged by. Finding The Prophecy, and then passing out. It was then that Pirouette realized she was lying on the ground, the same place she had fallen the night before. And shattered fragments of The Prophecy still lay around her, each one glinting with spheres of light. She blinked. So it hadn't all been a dream. The roan mare craned her neck to see Phoenix in the same state of shock as she, staring around. She pushed herself up, her very bones aching. Phoenix was doing likewise, she saw. "Phoenix.. Did you have... the dream?"
So she had heard the same odd voice in the clouds of mist? "Yes, I had.. a dream." Phoenix confirmed. "About The Sight.. and The Prophecy." He heard Pirouette let out a sigh of relief that it had not been her only. "Let's test it." she said determinedly. It was the obvious thing to do. "Okay." said Phoenix. He was game. "But remember about how it said that doing it would sap our strength." he cautioned. "And I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling my best." Pirouette nodded, excitement creeping up her limbs. So the duo walked off, complaining lightly to each other about the aches and pains of the unpredicted sleep. Eventually they located a small water pool, the liquid gleaming and crystal clear. "Perfect." they said in unison. "I'll go first, okay?" Phoenix asked. Pirouette nodded, though she wouldn't have minded being the first to try it.
Phoenix concentrated all his energy on one thing: The gleaming surface of the water, and his memories. The past. He felt as if he was pouring his whole being and soul into the small pool, and energy was rising like mist from the water. He wasn't sure if the energy was leaving him, or entering, but at that moment he didn't particularly care. A ripple of color passed over the water, and another, forming a slightly blurred picture, and flashing to another one just as fast. A feeling of exhilaration shot through Phoenix. There was his mother, nuzzling him as a foal. The night Pirouette and he had met. When a strong bond had formed between them, feelings of more than friendship from each side. The day Pirouette had been told about the war by her mother, the lead mare. When she had relayed the information to him, the shocked look on his face. The war had been between the two herds, the two lands. Her herd against his. When they had plotted to run away together, the days of weary travel. The images grew clearer and clearer as they moved to the more recent events. Finding The Prophecy. The Sleep. The Dream. The images faded from the water, and Phoenix finally felt the withdrawal on his strength. He felt it ebbing away, draining from his body by the second. Mentally he tried to cling to the threads of energy, but he was left exhausted, be elated. "Piry! It's.. It's... Amazing!!!!" he exclaimed. He had The Sight. They had The Sight.
And so, both Phoenix and Pirouette had The Sight. They were busy bringing the land back to life as The Prophecy had instructed, and equines gradually flooded in from many different lands. And so Tropical Endearments is today.
Other: min. posting is 8 lines
I am Pirouette, the Immortal Lady
Cammy is Phoenix, the Immortal Lord
We have no other members yet
PLEASE JOIN!!!!!!
Link: thesight2.proboards85.com/index.cgi
Rating (G-M): PG - PG13
Difficulty: advanced-intermediate
Species: equine
Activity: slow...we just opened
Plot:
A tiny field, peaceful, quiet, was about to be opened, like a new book, creaking with every turn. This place had never been touched, and only a handful of birds had been lucky enough to grab the chance to fly amongst its trees, never returning, never remembering its peace. Stillness wrapped around the miniature valley like fog, seeping into every crack and burrow, long forgotten. A twig snapped; tall grasses rustled; and speech drifted into the heart of the expanse. A pair of equines entered the small clearing. They were weary, and in need of some rest. A tiny, large pearl sized glass bulb lay before them. The smaller, azure tinted equus nudged it with her plush, nares flaring at its strange scent. The glass bulb was a prophecy, set there by an old equine, long ago. When the time came, a pair of equines was meant to find it, but until then no others would be able to notice the small field. The ball burst apart, a translucent figurine sailing up from its broken pieces. It looked upon the shocked duo, and its barely-there torso shifted to gaze directly upon them. Its wispy maw opened, and graceful lyrics spilled from its depths.
Once the lands were populated by equines, and almost each one had a gift called The Sight. It was abnormal if you didn't have it - it meant you were an outcast. The Sight had the power of allowing the bearer to look into a reflective surface, usually water from rivers or streams, and more often ponds and lakes, and see the past, future, and sometimes even the present. The catch was that it never showed everything, often showing a riddle or a puzzle, or even a prophecy. As one gazed into the water, a certain amount of strength was drained from them, so the longer they puzzled over the images before their eyes, the more strength was sapped from their body. Bodies of water that were still and did not flow and rush or go in waves were much better than those that did, like rivers and streams, because it took more of your energy to see the image, since the surface was ever-changing. And so it went on, happy years passed, and the world was at peace. But peace could never stay forever, and a young, strong black horse with a particularly defined gift of The Sight, rallied those strong in body and weak in mind and convinced them to attack the peaceful lands. Kalbitorix was his name. And so, over the years, his army grew stronger. Equines began disappearing. Terrains were raided. Darkness fell over the lands, and Kalbitorix murdered the royal couple Lefeya and Fyro and took over. One by one, he plucked off those that had The Sight. And eventually, he seemed to be the only one with it. He had killed off the gift, seemingly. But he could not live forever, and after years of terror, he died, leaving the gift diminished. Could it be gone? It became extremely rare to find one that had The Sight, and the population dwindled to barely any. It is high time that it is brought back to life, and used to rule kindly and fairly, and to protect these sacred lands. This place was once called Tropical Endearments, and once it flourished with The Sight. Bring it back.. Bring back The Sight.
The voice faded away, as well as the speaker, dissolving into thin air before the two equine's very eyes. The azure-tinted one, a mare, turned to her companion who was a deep brown hue with a light flaxen-cream mane and tail. "Phoenix...." she stuttered, orbs growing wider as they met his. A deep breath was drawn from each, and the femme started again. "Onix.. Could this be.. Real? I've heard stories, but...." The one apparently named Phoenix was silent. "Pirouette,..." he began, and then stopped. "I have heard stories.." he whispered, more to himself than his friend. "But only foalhood tales.. Spun by the elder horses of the herd.. Never real.. But.. How els?" he continued to mutter. "Piro, it must be real. But what can we do?" suddenly, a wave of exhaustion swept over both horses. Pirouette felt her head grow heavier and heavier, and knew that Phoenix was experiencing the same thing. Phoenix tried to walk forward, but his legs seemed to be full of led. His appendages folded beneath him, and he collapsed, as did Pirouette. They had passed out. From exhaustion? Or could it be the weight of The Prophecy?
"Phoenix, equine of Maliba. Awaken the gift within you. You have The Sight. The duty is yours, yours and Pirouette's. You must fulfill The Prophecy. Rule with The Sight, rule wisely. Here I leave you." It was a dream. A white mist was swirling around him, and the speaker's deep voice came from within the whirlwind of fog. "The Sight..." was the last thing Phoenix heard.
The memory of her dream roused Pirouette from her odd sleep. She blinked groggily, thoughts of her dream swirling around her head. "Pirouette, equine of Entalu. Awaken the gift within you. You have The Sight. The duty is yours, yours and Phoenix's. You must fulfill The Prophecy. Rule with The Sight, rule wisely. Here I leave you." the strange voice had said. And then suddenly memories of last night and the previous days burst forth. Running away from her home land with Phoenix, where the war was going on. Long days of travel when the very seconds dragged by. Finding The Prophecy, and then passing out. It was then that Pirouette realized she was lying on the ground, the same place she had fallen the night before. And shattered fragments of The Prophecy still lay around her, each one glinting with spheres of light. She blinked. So it hadn't all been a dream. The roan mare craned her neck to see Phoenix in the same state of shock as she, staring around. She pushed herself up, her very bones aching. Phoenix was doing likewise, she saw. "Phoenix.. Did you have... the dream?"
So she had heard the same odd voice in the clouds of mist? "Yes, I had.. a dream." Phoenix confirmed. "About The Sight.. and The Prophecy." He heard Pirouette let out a sigh of relief that it had not been her only. "Let's test it." she said determinedly. It was the obvious thing to do. "Okay." said Phoenix. He was game. "But remember about how it said that doing it would sap our strength." he cautioned. "And I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling my best." Pirouette nodded, excitement creeping up her limbs. So the duo walked off, complaining lightly to each other about the aches and pains of the unpredicted sleep. Eventually they located a small water pool, the liquid gleaming and crystal clear. "Perfect." they said in unison. "I'll go first, okay?" Phoenix asked. Pirouette nodded, though she wouldn't have minded being the first to try it.
Phoenix concentrated all his energy on one thing: The gleaming surface of the water, and his memories. The past. He felt as if he was pouring his whole being and soul into the small pool, and energy was rising like mist from the water. He wasn't sure if the energy was leaving him, or entering, but at that moment he didn't particularly care. A ripple of color passed over the water, and another, forming a slightly blurred picture, and flashing to another one just as fast. A feeling of exhilaration shot through Phoenix. There was his mother, nuzzling him as a foal. The night Pirouette and he had met. When a strong bond had formed between them, feelings of more than friendship from each side. The day Pirouette had been told about the war by her mother, the lead mare. When she had relayed the information to him, the shocked look on his face. The war had been between the two herds, the two lands. Her herd against his. When they had plotted to run away together, the days of weary travel. The images grew clearer and clearer as they moved to the more recent events. Finding The Prophecy. The Sleep. The Dream. The images faded from the water, and Phoenix finally felt the withdrawal on his strength. He felt it ebbing away, draining from his body by the second. Mentally he tried to cling to the threads of energy, but he was left exhausted, be elated. "Piry! It's.. It's... Amazing!!!!" he exclaimed. He had The Sight. They had The Sight.
And so, both Phoenix and Pirouette had The Sight. They were busy bringing the land back to life as The Prophecy had instructed, and equines gradually flooded in from many different lands. And so Tropical Endearments is today.
Other: min. posting is 8 lines
I am Pirouette, the Immortal Lady
Cammy is Phoenix, the Immortal Lord
We have no other members yet
PLEASE JOIN!!!!!!