[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by Se. Formaldehyde on February 12, 2009, 4:30 pm, in reply to "All around me are familiar faces;"
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The sun was shining but little this day; in spite of the recent congratulatory theme that the Wolf's Teeth inhabitants had strung up, this did not mean the weather was going to do the same. The news, just as this stallion had once said, was swiftest to travel amongst the Scholars and their Familiars, their hopeful students as well. It was only just after the word had spread across hill and dale to each Socialite, Teacher, Emissary, Ambassador, and all other Scholars, that any Warriors or Spies discovered this grand accomplishment. It was an achievement worthy of Micah's new title, and I nodded absently as I pondered my own. What had I done to become one of the three Tribune? Was I truly trustworthy to the Wolf-Queen? Part of me wouldn't agree, and yet something felt settled within me. Familiar. My white raven shifted his perch upon my haunch lazily, preening his alabastar hued feathers, and it came to me. I was beneath the leader's wing, and I had been there before. Never before among the Wolves of Andarin, formidable and strong; no, it had been in my old home. As the Heir to the leader of my herd. But that was a life I would much rather forget, it was of little consolance to myself, but I thought it anyways. I felt my raven's dark eyes flicking towards my features, boring into my mind, listening attentively to my ramblings. With a snort within my head, he murmured, "Yet you can't, idiot. We all live with memories. You just suck at dealing with it."
An exasperated sigh, and a slight smile folded onto my dark velveteen lips. Thanks for the advice, Grimm.
"That's what I'm here for."
My blue roan form shifted as I noticed my Earth respond welcomingly to an element of equivalent status to itself; the Earths we shared were rumbling in unison. However, something made my Fire ignite hungrily, lapping at the very air that surrounded it from my mane and tail, shimmering brightly in what little sunlight was procured from between clouds. My white raven clacked his beak angrily upon being startled from the randomness of my flames; he had yet to get used to the Fire I wielded. The bird had gotten so comfortable with my silent, serene Earth that my Fire had surprised him time and time again. Irrately he snapped within the clarity of my mind, "Damnit, you really have to stop doing that."
I ignored his sharp comments and issued the command to my blue roan legs, and they began their movements, heading certainly towards the buckskin paint that was now the Dreamspeaker of Andarin. Calmly, with what little dignity I had managed to maintain throughout my life, I approached the Oracle, dipping my blue head in greetings, attempting to subdue my licking Fire so he could have a moment's peace. After reigning my head back up to its poll, I blinked kindly towards him, my inked pools kindled with a new respect for The Warden. "Micah. You were right about news travelling through the Academy. Congratulations."
For a moment, I was silent, though something.. Odd came over me, and I furrowed my brow in thought. Before I uttered quietly to him, veiled curiosity emerging onto my features, "What is it... Like?" I felt like a child, inquiring such a foolish thing. But I had always revered the Oracles of the Element; Hypatia, Marshall, Elemmire, the one known as Pirate, even Astarte. Simply because, as sad as it was, I had never met a single one of them- not even the one who shared her rank with me. And yet here was a new Oracle, and I felt the slight uncertainty fold me, and my raven, too, was silent.
EARTH III FIRE III
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SEER TRIBUNE
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