Summer storms seem to get caught in the net of plateaus and lava spewing mountains. The volcanoes have been sleeping for years, but now one has started to awaken. A small one by the sea, sizzling and boiling until it hits the cold water – hissing as it forms newborn earth. Seastorms rage from beyond, blotting the rising sunlight, killing the sunrise. The dark stallion stands on the tumultuous beach, ankles grabbed by saltwater and foam. His white face and chest, even his speckles glow in the pale storm-light, his teal eyes hidden in the mess of thick forelock spilling and dancing over his long nose. The rain starts as a mist carried in on the wind, soon transpiring to a downpour. He stands ever satisfied, as if soaking up the sun after a cold night. His black coat drinks the shine, the lightening making him sparkle like wet scales, the thunder booming and raging along with the quickening waves that now roll in rather violently. After a while the deluge stops raging and dulls. The thunder spreads to each side of him, rolling through the valleys and down to the Chamber, he supposes. The lightening flashes out in the sea and again behind him. The storm has split. There will only be a short break before more rain hits, more loudness, more flashing electricity. He waits patiently. He isn't sure if he's waiting for a storm above or a storm beside. Either way, he stands with his feet in the sea, ready for whatever will find him next. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
open to everyone but let @[Helleborn] go first, please <3