09-11-2020, 05:02 PM
SPIRIT
you set on me but you are not the sun
Risk had done his best to put his foot down for once by telling his children they could not go north. But Breach was entirely her mother’s child and she left despite his pleas to simply remain in Hyaline where it was safe. Spirit had lingered a while longer as he promised their father that they would be careful, that he would watch over her. It pained him to see the worried look in his father’s tired eyes when he finally nodded. Naturally, he remained by Sochi’s side as he had for weeks now while Spirit set off after his sister.
He flies as an albatross, gliding on ocean winds rather than making a bee-line right for Nerine. Arriving directly with the others was entirely unlike him, after all. But as he draws closer to the territory, he can see waves of opposing magic clashing against one another like rival tsunamis. Fire meets the wall and shadows lap at the barrier eagerly. A sudden gust startles Spirit and he realizes he must land quickly or be tossed southward.
He tucks his long wings as he begins a descent far faster than he might’ve liked. Thankfully, he spots a forming hole in the burning wall that is a little larger than this body. Spirit keeps his wings tight to his sides until the last moment, and then he releases this form. He lands roughly on four hooves with enough momentum still that he must stumble to a stop. Ahead, Breach charges at strangers in the body of a rhino, and he wonders why she seems so frantic. Amarine’s wave hits him then, with an urgency to protect her rising rapidly through him.
“Breach! I’m coming!” he calls to her as he breaks into a run.
When he arrives at her side, he has taken the form of an elephant, ears spread wide with magnificent tusks curling from his jaws. He touches his trunk to her shoulder, but they are each distracted by someone calling their mother’s name over the building fires. How could anyone tire of someone so monumental, he wonders?
But Breach is already running at the stranger. He remains driven to protect her, and so he follows along close behind with his great head lowered to gore or sweep anyone who might try to harm his sister. Spirit reaches desperately into his core for that magic that has slumbered quietly within him. It does not come as naturally as the shifting, but it comes whenever it is called.
“Just close your eyes and hold your breath.
Reach down deep, to your lowest depth.
Recall your shadows; don’t let them roam.
Blacken your heart and destroy your home.”
He keeps his bright green eyes trained on Beryl as he speaks, watching her closely while his heartbeat thunders in his ears.
He flies as an albatross, gliding on ocean winds rather than making a bee-line right for Nerine. Arriving directly with the others was entirely unlike him, after all. But as he draws closer to the territory, he can see waves of opposing magic clashing against one another like rival tsunamis. Fire meets the wall and shadows lap at the barrier eagerly. A sudden gust startles Spirit and he realizes he must land quickly or be tossed southward.
He tucks his long wings as he begins a descent far faster than he might’ve liked. Thankfully, he spots a forming hole in the burning wall that is a little larger than this body. Spirit keeps his wings tight to his sides until the last moment, and then he releases this form. He lands roughly on four hooves with enough momentum still that he must stumble to a stop. Ahead, Breach charges at strangers in the body of a rhino, and he wonders why she seems so frantic. Amarine’s wave hits him then, with an urgency to protect her rising rapidly through him.
“Breach! I’m coming!” he calls to her as he breaks into a run.
When he arrives at her side, he has taken the form of an elephant, ears spread wide with magnificent tusks curling from his jaws. He touches his trunk to her shoulder, but they are each distracted by someone calling their mother’s name over the building fires. How could anyone tire of someone so monumental, he wonders?
But Breach is already running at the stranger. He remains driven to protect her, and so he follows along close behind with his great head lowered to gore or sweep anyone who might try to harm his sister. Spirit reaches desperately into his core for that magic that has slumbered quietly within him. It does not come as naturally as the shifting, but it comes whenever it is called.
“Just close your eyes and hold your breath.
Reach down deep, to your lowest depth.
Recall your shadows; don’t let them roam.
Blacken your heart and destroy your home.”
He keeps his bright green eyes trained on Beryl as he speaks, watching her closely while his heartbeat thunders in his ears.
Spirit is an elephant with junk in his trunk, trying to use charmspeak to turn @[Beryl] against Nerine so that @[breach] will be safe. If you want his charm to affect your character too then that could be a thing for ~spicy trauma~ later but entirely up to you.