[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by XIUHCOATL on February 10, 2009, 9:27 am
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It would be thought that at the changing of so many hands, the Shards would be in agony.
But they are not.
Delight, laughter; these are things that ripple through the very energy possessed by all things in the Element - they have caused yet more bloodshed and more murder, and within their new 'Masters' (though silent, for the moment), they are victorious. It would be this good mood that saved Solira from casualties, but the pain? Oh no, the pain could not be spared - it was the lifeblood of the Shards, and They demanded it.
While Alcatraz prowls the Glade, thinking his trinket's power is reserved only for him, his shard has seeped into the earth around him, rushing in trails of ash toward the ocean.
At twilight the ocean is typically alive - the starsoft glow of lightning bugs, the hollow sound of seabirds; the violins of crickets. But this night they fall silent as if choked, and even the sound of the waves is murmured, calmed too quickly to be low tide.
She reaches for them.
Solira.... it breathes into their ears, like a woman's voice rich with lust, Is water always stronger than fire?
It is then that the smoke trickles inward like a black veil; warm and devilishly gentle, tenderly embracing the bodies and lungs of the unlucky. At first it smells sweet, like burned pine; but as time passes and the veil thickens, it begins to smell tainted - first sour, and then carrying the unmistakeable stench of broiled flesh. With this sick realization comes the roar of the shard's flame, leaping over itself as it brightens Solira like day, casting the entire kingdom in poisonous reds and yellow. The smoke thickens instantly, and within their lungs it will feel heavy and airless.
There is no place to run. The flames kiss from border to border and claw inward, backing them against the ocean; but the water holds no relief for the doomed within its grasp, for while they would watch the fire in horror, so it began to heat and boil until it rippled with sweat. Steam presses against the black that chokes them like night, and soon it is only the incoming flames that give any definition to the world around them, burning and burning. As it finds each victim, so it ignites upon their skin greedily, feeding itself and gorging on the life that pulses through them. Those who would seek the water foolishly will boil within its grasp long after they have freed themselves from it, for like a film it slips oil-like on their skin, burning acidically despite the flames they have otherwise avoided.
For hours Solira burns until each inhabitant falls unconcious with the effort to breathe or to run, and fades slowly like a reluctant ember, until morning lays bear the grey, hollowed shell of what radiant Solira used to be.
[HOKAY SO DON'T FREAK OUT. Your pony is not dead (unless you want him/her to be)! As this is an Elemental fire, it does not have to leave burns or scars unless you want it to; though all ponies should have burns for at least a couple real days before they begin to heal. You can lessen the burns to second degree if the thought of walking around with third degree burns makes you doubt reality. You can also seek healing from a Seer or Oracle, though Air ponies cannot be healed by any rank of Seer and must wait the two days before naturally healing. Also, you'll notice it's burned all the food and poisoned the water, so if you deem it necessary, your ponies may need to venture into the Glade to find food for a bit. Earth III ponies can, after a couple real days, begin to regrow the foliage, and water III ponies can clean the water (again, after the first two days). Any technical questions, OOC me!]
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