Post by Taigi | ObliviousLie on Jul 2, 2015 18:51:46 GMT
Book 1 - Envy
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
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A smothering white blanket of snow pelted down upon the form of a horse and its rider. It was a blizzard, kicking up as the pair headed east. Pushing and shoving them, as if trying to get them to turn back. It was impossible to see what was around, no source of light for miles around. Every so often, a black or dark brown line of where a tree was to swerve around. The thick fir forest was not helping this situation at all. But it provided some help against the blizzard, which battled harder as the pair worked. Above them, loud, hoarse calls of a raven allowed them to keep travelling straight, instead of getting lost in the white out. It was leading the two somewhere, but neither knew exactly where. A low snort came from the roan and white horse, displeased with something.
"Its okay, girl. We'll get out of this." A distinctly feminine voice came from the mare's rider. The accent that slipped from her tongue was unidentifiable. Her mitten hands reached to pet the equine's neck, continuing onwards into the snow-heavy forest. The trio traveled for what seemed like hours, with nothing but fir trees and snow to tell where they were going. And a raven to guide them. But the some-what gentle snow fall turned violent, becoming a cloud of white and gray, blurring the vision of the grounded pair. It was only the caw's of the bird high above that was able to get them through.
For another several minutes they traveled through the darkness, before a far off light came into view. Now they knew where to go. The light started to turn into a light post, welcoming and warning her for what lay ahead. Pushing forwards, the outlines of semi-modern shops, clubs, bars, and even a few governmental buildings lined the ice-covered streets. No cars nor any other type of automotive nearby. Frozen fountains lined the center of the roundabout, which held what seemed to be a popular bar.
However, as soon as she stepped foot into the boundaries of the town, her heart and head began to drum to a particular beat. Throbbing and roaring all at once, her senses overloaded with pain, her skull feeling the split of the headache. Her acute vision began to blur into shapes and blobs. All of it seemed to be a war inside of her body, the pounding of her head versus the drumming of her heart. One was telling her to leave, the other felt as if this were something worth fighting for. Eventually, they equaled out, and she looked up to see a dozen or so people looking at her.
For a moment, they seemed normal, wary, but that was expected for a small town in the middle of nowhere. But then, as she blinked, they became strange. Some.. Looked to have horns sprouting from their heads, others tails growing, some hand bat or feathered wings.. Some looked like animals, a few were hard to explain. They honed onto her as an intruder, whispering amongst each other, but then, as she shook her head, they were back to looking like humans.
The rider's black brows furrowed in confusion. What was that all about? Though, a film over her eyes, like glasses that were covered with dust, prevented her from seeing properly. But she guessed that to be from the massive headache which had lowered its pounding, but still present.
Stepping the spotted-hind horse forwards, she cautiously lead them through the streets. The rather large scavenging bird came to land on the horn of the dark saddle, looking around with peaked interests. Tentatively, the young adult let out a "Hello?" Wondering if anyone was to answer her, she would think not.
But an equally accented voice answered back.
"Its okay, girl. We'll get out of this." A distinctly feminine voice came from the mare's rider. The accent that slipped from her tongue was unidentifiable. Her mitten hands reached to pet the equine's neck, continuing onwards into the snow-heavy forest. The trio traveled for what seemed like hours, with nothing but fir trees and snow to tell where they were going. And a raven to guide them. But the some-what gentle snow fall turned violent, becoming a cloud of white and gray, blurring the vision of the grounded pair. It was only the caw's of the bird high above that was able to get them through.
For another several minutes they traveled through the darkness, before a far off light came into view. Now they knew where to go. The light started to turn into a light post, welcoming and warning her for what lay ahead. Pushing forwards, the outlines of semi-modern shops, clubs, bars, and even a few governmental buildings lined the ice-covered streets. No cars nor any other type of automotive nearby. Frozen fountains lined the center of the roundabout, which held what seemed to be a popular bar.
However, as soon as she stepped foot into the boundaries of the town, her heart and head began to drum to a particular beat. Throbbing and roaring all at once, her senses overloaded with pain, her skull feeling the split of the headache. Her acute vision began to blur into shapes and blobs. All of it seemed to be a war inside of her body, the pounding of her head versus the drumming of her heart. One was telling her to leave, the other felt as if this were something worth fighting for. Eventually, they equaled out, and she looked up to see a dozen or so people looking at her.
For a moment, they seemed normal, wary, but that was expected for a small town in the middle of nowhere. But then, as she blinked, they became strange. Some.. Looked to have horns sprouting from their heads, others tails growing, some hand bat or feathered wings.. Some looked like animals, a few were hard to explain. They honed onto her as an intruder, whispering amongst each other, but then, as she shook her head, they were back to looking like humans.
The rider's black brows furrowed in confusion. What was that all about? Though, a film over her eyes, like glasses that were covered with dust, prevented her from seeing properly. But she guessed that to be from the massive headache which had lowered its pounding, but still present.
Stepping the spotted-hind horse forwards, she cautiously lead them through the streets. The rather large scavenging bird came to land on the horn of the dark saddle, looking around with peaked interests. Tentatively, the young adult let out a "Hello?" Wondering if anyone was to answer her, she would think not.
But an equally accented voice answered back.