07-01-2020, 09:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2020, 07:38 PM by Wysteria Fairy.)
<center><table width=530 cellpadding=5><tr><td bgcolor=#918E8D><div align=justify> <center><table width=530 cellpadding=20><tr><td bgcolor=#918E8D><div align=justify><center><img src=https://i.imgur.com/cjDo6yp.png></center><font color=#464444 face=times new roman style="font-size:13px; line-height:12px;"> Occasionally shedding debris as she climbs the mountain, Celina practices what she will say. Even though the young white mare is not sure what she will find, she is as sure as can be that there is <i>something</i> on this Mountain. Something more powerful than anything else in this world.
It had given her the fireflies that blink in her mane, little glowing specks that illuminate her thin blue mane.
Perhaps now it might give her more?
When she arrives at the peak (or what she assumes si the peak, it is hard to tell with the blowing snwo of the blizzard that had started halfway through her ascent), she comes to a halt. Her one feathered wing is held tight to her side, the white feathers doing little to warm her. The other wing is bare, still growing back the feathers. At least the bone has healed, Celina thinks, though she’d kill for something to protect that bare skin. The winter cold will soon turn it black with frostbite. Celina has seen it before (though admittedly never on her own naked wing). On her face it was more grotesque, with the bone of her nose and teeth exposed. Not a pleasant experience, even for the mare who sees her own unpleasant face in the still water when she drinks.
The teeth had been so nice though. Imagine how eerie eyeless sockets would be. The picture sends a thrill down her spine, and Celina grins. This is not the first time she has considered what to ask of the fairies, but it is what she had finally decided upon. It is what she describes when she addresses them, quite and respectful and very little like her true self at all.
She wants to be transparent, so that the world sees only the strong bones of her body. The idea had come from her brothers’ invisibility, a game she and Elio had once played, and that they’d convinced Pteron to participate a time or two. She would not be like those weak, cursed creatures, rotting and oozing and stinking. No, she would be pristine and perfect, the white of her bone protected by the invisible mass of muscle and skin and hide. This she describes eloquently to the empty air – or perhaps to the creature who greats her.
<br><br><center><font style=font-size:37px;letter-spacing:0px;line-height:13px;font-family:garamond;color:#DFD9D7><center><b>celina</b></font></font></font></font><font color=#545252 face=times new roman style="font-size:13px; line-height:12px;"> <font color=#545252><br>i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type<br>make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type<br> </font>
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ooc: I would like to quest for the aesthetic trait of “Semi invisible” or maybe “transparent”? Basically she is invisible except her skeleton but is otherwise normal.
And then even if she rolls unsuccessfully for a quest, I’d still like to give up her kelpie mimicry (slowly) and eventually have it just be carried instead of expressed.
It had given her the fireflies that blink in her mane, little glowing specks that illuminate her thin blue mane.
Perhaps now it might give her more?
When she arrives at the peak (or what she assumes si the peak, it is hard to tell with the blowing snwo of the blizzard that had started halfway through her ascent), she comes to a halt. Her one feathered wing is held tight to her side, the white feathers doing little to warm her. The other wing is bare, still growing back the feathers. At least the bone has healed, Celina thinks, though she’d kill for something to protect that bare skin. The winter cold will soon turn it black with frostbite. Celina has seen it before (though admittedly never on her own naked wing). On her face it was more grotesque, with the bone of her nose and teeth exposed. Not a pleasant experience, even for the mare who sees her own unpleasant face in the still water when she drinks.
The teeth had been so nice though. Imagine how eerie eyeless sockets would be. The picture sends a thrill down her spine, and Celina grins. This is not the first time she has considered what to ask of the fairies, but it is what she had finally decided upon. It is what she describes when she addresses them, quite and respectful and very little like her true self at all.
She wants to be transparent, so that the world sees only the strong bones of her body. The idea had come from her brothers’ invisibility, a game she and Elio had once played, and that they’d convinced Pteron to participate a time or two. She would not be like those weak, cursed creatures, rotting and oozing and stinking. No, she would be pristine and perfect, the white of her bone protected by the invisible mass of muscle and skin and hide. This she describes eloquently to the empty air – or perhaps to the creature who greats her.
<br><br><center><font style=font-size:37px;letter-spacing:0px;line-height:13px;font-family:garamond;color:#DFD9D7><center><b>celina</b></font></font></font></font><font color=#545252 face=times new roman style="font-size:13px; line-height:12px;"> <font color=#545252><br>i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type<br>make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type<br> </font>
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ooc: I would like to quest for the aesthetic trait of “Semi invisible” or maybe “transparent”? Basically she is invisible except her skeleton but is otherwise normal.
And then even if she rolls unsuccessfully for a quest, I’d still like to give up her kelpie mimicry (slowly) and eventually have it just be carried instead of expressed.