12-03-2019, 07:30 PM
<center><img src=https://i.postimg.cc/SQGSDvH2/agetta-by-yoricade-small.png></center><center><table bgcolor=171b36 style="border-color:#232745; border-width: 3px; border-style: solid; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: -80px"" cellspacing=15 cellpadding=15 width=500><tr><td><p align=justify><font color=60658b face=times size=2><br><br>At first, she does not pay the mist any mind. She’s been drifting on a high since Plume has returned, since she left the afterlife feeling lighter than ever in her heart. She certainly would not have remained in the mist if she had known it might lead to another adventure - the small white mare had been through plenty enough of those since she had returned. When the mist begins to thicken around her, she calls upon her new ability - shining a bright light but it does little to cut through the dense moisture that presses in around her.
Whether or not she wanted another adventure, it would seem that one had found her.
All annoyance evaporates with the mist. She sees the sands first, and it takes her a minute to recognize where she is. But she <i>does</i> recognize it.
And as soon as Agetta realizes where she is, her head snaps in the direction that would take her to her beloved Gates. She had travelled between this desert and the rolling hills of her home so often that she does not need to guess at what path would lead her there, her heart already knows. Although there is another pull at her, towards the hazy image of the oasis - or a mirage of it - in the distance, Agetta’s white legs begin to move her northwards.
A blast of sand-flecked wind hits her, encouraging her to turn. She doesn’t know why the mists had brought her here and she doesn’t care. She wants to see her home. If the Deserts exists in this alternate world, or the past or wherever the hell she is, then surely, <i>surely</i> her home does as well.
As she moves, the sand seems to suck at her legs. She’s fighting against whatever is going on, whatever brought her here. She expects the mist to pick her up again and put her in the right path but instead something shifts in the sand before her hooves. It’s larger than she would expect for a natural animal, and when it splits into three her attention redirects - searching the sand around her to find who might be playing this trick.
A hazy, ghost-like figure stands on a dune not far away. The heat is intense and causes wavy lines of mirage to shimmer to the point where Agetta isn’t sure she’s really seeing someone who is there - but she <i>knows</i> she sees the three large snakes that emerge from the sand. They are made from sand themselves, with eyes like glittering fire.
Magic.
Knowing what she does about magicians, she can easily guess that these creatures could inflict real damage. One feigns a strike and Agetta backs up, wary about turning her back on them, but takes a few cautious steps to see if they will relent if she goes towards the oasis. She cannot help the way her eyes still drift to the horizon that would bring her to the Gates. Her moment of indecision emboldens the snakes and another one strikes, teeth of sand and glass biting and puncturing into the muscles of her foreleg. A shout of dismay and pain rips from the mare. Her light beams shoot out from her in a blast of blinding light, but they do little to deter the snakes - they are already in a desert of blinding sunshine.
Her heart aches as she turns from the direction she still wants so desperately to run and instead she runs towards the figure standing on the dune. Every step is agony but she’s survived worse.
She can’t die now. Not when the love of her life has returned from the dead.
She can’t die <i>here</i>.
A roar erupts from Agetta as she shifts mid-run. The snakes have burrowed back into the sand but they chase her beneath the surface, swirling shapes giving away their pursuit. Hooves don’t land on the sand, but the paws of a lion do. As a white lioness with shining sapphire eyes, Agetta surges towards the hazy figure.
Blood drips down her leg but she forgets the pain when she realizes that the figure, if there was a figure, has disappeared. She falters in her thundering steps and the movement of a snake beneath her causes her balance to stumble further. One of the creatures lunges out of the sand towards her but she’s ready this time and with a swipe of a massive paw she returns it to scattered pieces of sand.
Panting, she continues to run in the only direction she can think of - towards the oasis. She needs the water there now, needs to rest and recuperate before she can journey to the Gates. That idea has not yet faded from her mind even as she moves further and further away from the home she is so desperate to see.
Another snake lunges, this one missing it’s strike but it’s teeth graze as it falls, tearing down her back. She twists in fury, taking it down with a vicious ripping of her own teeth. Even as the taste of sand grits in her mouth, it feels worth it.
The sand moves like water as the last magically-enhanced snake surges towards her but the lush presence of the oasis rises before her and she can hear the snake hiss in disappointment as it dissolves at the edge where sand meets grass.
With a grunt, the lioness shifts into a white mare, her coat still smeared with her own blood - sticky and coated in sand. Although her breathing is a little ragged, there’s adrenaline pumping through her as well. How long has it been since she has felt the exhilaration of a fight? One without anyone other than herself getting hurt. She is half tempted to return to the sand to finish off the last of the magic snakes but she’s got enough sense not to. Her gaze shifts to the water in the oasis and she begins to move towards it, eager for whatever this is to be over.
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Whether or not she wanted another adventure, it would seem that one had found her.
All annoyance evaporates with the mist. She sees the sands first, and it takes her a minute to recognize where she is. But she <i>does</i> recognize it.
And as soon as Agetta realizes where she is, her head snaps in the direction that would take her to her beloved Gates. She had travelled between this desert and the rolling hills of her home so often that she does not need to guess at what path would lead her there, her heart already knows. Although there is another pull at her, towards the hazy image of the oasis - or a mirage of it - in the distance, Agetta’s white legs begin to move her northwards.
A blast of sand-flecked wind hits her, encouraging her to turn. She doesn’t know why the mists had brought her here and she doesn’t care. She wants to see her home. If the Deserts exists in this alternate world, or the past or wherever the hell she is, then surely, <i>surely</i> her home does as well.
As she moves, the sand seems to suck at her legs. She’s fighting against whatever is going on, whatever brought her here. She expects the mist to pick her up again and put her in the right path but instead something shifts in the sand before her hooves. It’s larger than she would expect for a natural animal, and when it splits into three her attention redirects - searching the sand around her to find who might be playing this trick.
A hazy, ghost-like figure stands on a dune not far away. The heat is intense and causes wavy lines of mirage to shimmer to the point where Agetta isn’t sure she’s really seeing someone who is there - but she <i>knows</i> she sees the three large snakes that emerge from the sand. They are made from sand themselves, with eyes like glittering fire.
Magic.
Knowing what she does about magicians, she can easily guess that these creatures could inflict real damage. One feigns a strike and Agetta backs up, wary about turning her back on them, but takes a few cautious steps to see if they will relent if she goes towards the oasis. She cannot help the way her eyes still drift to the horizon that would bring her to the Gates. Her moment of indecision emboldens the snakes and another one strikes, teeth of sand and glass biting and puncturing into the muscles of her foreleg. A shout of dismay and pain rips from the mare. Her light beams shoot out from her in a blast of blinding light, but they do little to deter the snakes - they are already in a desert of blinding sunshine.
Her heart aches as she turns from the direction she still wants so desperately to run and instead she runs towards the figure standing on the dune. Every step is agony but she’s survived worse.
She can’t die now. Not when the love of her life has returned from the dead.
She can’t die <i>here</i>.
A roar erupts from Agetta as she shifts mid-run. The snakes have burrowed back into the sand but they chase her beneath the surface, swirling shapes giving away their pursuit. Hooves don’t land on the sand, but the paws of a lion do. As a white lioness with shining sapphire eyes, Agetta surges towards the hazy figure.
Blood drips down her leg but she forgets the pain when she realizes that the figure, if there was a figure, has disappeared. She falters in her thundering steps and the movement of a snake beneath her causes her balance to stumble further. One of the creatures lunges out of the sand towards her but she’s ready this time and with a swipe of a massive paw she returns it to scattered pieces of sand.
Panting, she continues to run in the only direction she can think of - towards the oasis. She needs the water there now, needs to rest and recuperate before she can journey to the Gates. That idea has not yet faded from her mind even as she moves further and further away from the home she is so desperate to see.
Another snake lunges, this one missing it’s strike but it’s teeth graze as it falls, tearing down her back. She twists in fury, taking it down with a vicious ripping of her own teeth. Even as the taste of sand grits in her mouth, it feels worth it.
The sand moves like water as the last magically-enhanced snake surges towards her but the lush presence of the oasis rises before her and she can hear the snake hiss in disappointment as it dissolves at the edge where sand meets grass.
With a grunt, the lioness shifts into a white mare, her coat still smeared with her own blood - sticky and coated in sand. Although her breathing is a little ragged, there’s adrenaline pumping through her as well. How long has it been since she has felt the exhilaration of a fight? One without anyone other than herself getting hurt. She is half tempted to return to the sand to finish off the last of the magic snakes but she’s got enough sense not to. Her gaze shifts to the water in the oasis and she begins to move towards it, eager for whatever this is to be over.
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<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cormorant+Garamond" rel="stylesheet"><div style="font-family: 'Cormorant Garamond', serif; font-size: 14px; color: #b3b7d1; transform: uppercase; line-height: 105%; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px #d1d4ef;"><i>we are made of starstuff</i></div></tr></td></table></center>
<center><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/yoricade/art/YHH-littlewillow-art-818815908">artwork by yoricade</a></center>
Agetta is not currently affiliated with any land!