Blood and Magic - an interactive story - part 4
Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 7:17 pm
This is an interactive story, kind of like a 'choose your own adventure' XD When we reach a fork in the story, you'll be able to vote on what you think should happen. I have no idea how long this will end up being, but I'm hoping three long posts at the most, and then I guess we'll find out the fate of Glint's little Misery Sa'krien daughter.
This is part one - enojy!
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She was stalking him again. Glint of the Ice Prism could hear the quiet crunch of pine needles as she rushed along through the undergrowth, trying to pace him, and an occasional curse muttered in her high-pitched voice. Certainly not words that he had taught her, although truthfully he hadn't been able to teach her much of anything.
Glint stopped abruptly on the path and looked over his right shoulder. "Come out, Sharp. I know you're there."
There was a pause and then she emerged from the bushes, muttering under her breath. Twigs and tiny yellow and red leaves were tangled in the grey mane that ran down her back, and her hide was criss-crossed with scratches. Her brilliant red eyes met Glint's before she looked away sullenly.
"I thought you wouldn't hear me that time," the filly muttered. "I've been practicing."
"I know, Sharp," Glint said, using the filly's nickname again. He walked closer to stand over, still a head taller than the half-grown filly.. for now. "Fan said you nearly scared the life out of her this morning leaping out of the hotspring at her, and Bloom's filly still won't leave her side. What were you thinking, attacking her like that?"
Sharp dug at the path with a sharp hoof, still not looking at him. "We were just playing." She couldn't hold in a snicker. "I got her good, though."
Even without his empathetic abilties, it was very easy to tell that the filly was pretty pleased with herself. Glint just looked at her, feeling slightly desperate. The stalking, the attacks, the fear she put in her half-brother and -sisters, and the joy she took in it all. What a nightmare.
Glint still had no idea what had come over Shadow of the Secret Rainbow. The Sharians had gifted him and his Song with a number of their magical modiems for the Festival of New Spring, an impressive selection that his expecting mares had talked endlessly over. Which traits? Which species? So many options!
When the day came for the modiems to be used, Glint and his mares had gathered in a circle at their hotspring. The mares took turns and watched each other as they crushed the modiems beneath their hooves to unleash their magic.
Mystic... Wings... Phoenix tail...
And then Shadow's turn. She looked around the circle and then crushed her modiems, quickly whispering her words:
Wing tines... Bone Wings... Misery... Sa'krien...
Immediately after speaking the words Shadow had squealed and bolted from the circle, watched wordlessly by Glint and the other mares. It took hours to find her, but Glint had finally discovered her curled beneath a tree and sobbing as though her heart had broken.
Glint still remembered watching her, so many emotions vying for dominance - fear, confusion, and yes, even a little pride. Their foal would be monstrous, but still something unique, something special. However, he buried this thought as soon as it surfaced, and finally found himself able to speak.
"Shadow... why?"
The mare hadn't responded, only continued to sob.
Now Glint looked down at the result of their union and the ill-used Sharian magic. The filly was looking around with an appearance of disinterest, but every so often she glanced over at Glint as if to gauge his mood. Whatever she saw seemed to please her, and she smirked slightly as she tossed her mane out of her eyes. It had grown much longer lately, Glint noticed. She and the other foals were only a few months away from their Naming. Not long after that she would truly begin to grasp her magical abilities.
"I'm sending you away," Glint said suddenly, coming to a decision he had been turning over in his mind since the filly was born and Shadow had begged him to take her away.
This was enough to take the smirk from the filly's face and she looked directly at him, her red-eyed gaze intent. "Away? Where?"
Where indeed. Glint still hadn't come to a decision as to where the filly would go. As it was, she hardly belonged with the Song of the Rainbow. Shadow had refused to suckle the filly when she was new born, leaving the task to a reluctant Fan and Reach while Bloom kept her Mystic filly well away from the Sa'krien Misery. Shadow had barely spoken two words to Sharp since she was born, avoiding the rest of the Song and leaving her young foal to fend for herself. Glint tried to pick up the parenting slack, but Sharp was not an easy filly to parent. He also had three other young foals to tend to and a Hotspring to run. There just wasn't time to help her adjust, no time to try and tame the fierce and violent instincts of Misery and Sa'krien that had burned inside her from birth.
He hadn't wanted to send her away. When the four foals had been introduced to the other Samanayrs at the Festival, Glint had made it clear that Sharp was just as much a part of them as the others. To remove her from them now would be a sign of his failure as the Song's stallion, but what else could she do? If they had hidden her away from birth, or seen to it that she received adequate care earlier on.. but it was too late now. She would just become more and more dangerous as she grew older.
After much internal debate, Glint had narrowed it down to two places.
To the north was a group of Elder Mystics, seen by the Samanayrs as the unofficial leaders of the Mystics as a whole. They might be able to help steer the filly to a more positive path than the one she currently walked, or at least control her as she grew into her magical abilities. He had had dealings with them before, oh yes, but hopefully they would overlook that to the more pressing problem of the filly. They were a couple of day's easy travel away.
To the east was Rider of the Sharp Wind. After bolting at the sight of the Sharians at their initial meeting, he had set up camp in the mountains beyond the Enkeyn home of Kenist Miana. Although Glint still hadn't learned why he feared the Sharians so, he still kept in touch with the Rider and his huge falcon Halcyon and knew that they came from the far side of the continent. Surely they would know of something or someone that could help with the filly? Maybe they had even seen her like before? His home was several day's travel through the mountains, unless he could enlist the assistance of an Enkeyn.
With the filly still watching him, Glint finally decided.
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What should happen next? Vote here - http://samanayrs.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=19&t=1619
This is part one - enojy!
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She was stalking him again. Glint of the Ice Prism could hear the quiet crunch of pine needles as she rushed along through the undergrowth, trying to pace him, and an occasional curse muttered in her high-pitched voice. Certainly not words that he had taught her, although truthfully he hadn't been able to teach her much of anything.
Glint stopped abruptly on the path and looked over his right shoulder. "Come out, Sharp. I know you're there."
There was a pause and then she emerged from the bushes, muttering under her breath. Twigs and tiny yellow and red leaves were tangled in the grey mane that ran down her back, and her hide was criss-crossed with scratches. Her brilliant red eyes met Glint's before she looked away sullenly.
"I thought you wouldn't hear me that time," the filly muttered. "I've been practicing."
"I know, Sharp," Glint said, using the filly's nickname again. He walked closer to stand over, still a head taller than the half-grown filly.. for now. "Fan said you nearly scared the life out of her this morning leaping out of the hotspring at her, and Bloom's filly still won't leave her side. What were you thinking, attacking her like that?"
Sharp dug at the path with a sharp hoof, still not looking at him. "We were just playing." She couldn't hold in a snicker. "I got her good, though."
Even without his empathetic abilties, it was very easy to tell that the filly was pretty pleased with herself. Glint just looked at her, feeling slightly desperate. The stalking, the attacks, the fear she put in her half-brother and -sisters, and the joy she took in it all. What a nightmare.
Glint still had no idea what had come over Shadow of the Secret Rainbow. The Sharians had gifted him and his Song with a number of their magical modiems for the Festival of New Spring, an impressive selection that his expecting mares had talked endlessly over. Which traits? Which species? So many options!
When the day came for the modiems to be used, Glint and his mares had gathered in a circle at their hotspring. The mares took turns and watched each other as they crushed the modiems beneath their hooves to unleash their magic.
Mystic... Wings... Phoenix tail...
And then Shadow's turn. She looked around the circle and then crushed her modiems, quickly whispering her words:
Wing tines... Bone Wings... Misery... Sa'krien...
Immediately after speaking the words Shadow had squealed and bolted from the circle, watched wordlessly by Glint and the other mares. It took hours to find her, but Glint had finally discovered her curled beneath a tree and sobbing as though her heart had broken.
Glint still remembered watching her, so many emotions vying for dominance - fear, confusion, and yes, even a little pride. Their foal would be monstrous, but still something unique, something special. However, he buried this thought as soon as it surfaced, and finally found himself able to speak.
"Shadow... why?"
The mare hadn't responded, only continued to sob.
Now Glint looked down at the result of their union and the ill-used Sharian magic. The filly was looking around with an appearance of disinterest, but every so often she glanced over at Glint as if to gauge his mood. Whatever she saw seemed to please her, and she smirked slightly as she tossed her mane out of her eyes. It had grown much longer lately, Glint noticed. She and the other foals were only a few months away from their Naming. Not long after that she would truly begin to grasp her magical abilities.
"I'm sending you away," Glint said suddenly, coming to a decision he had been turning over in his mind since the filly was born and Shadow had begged him to take her away.
This was enough to take the smirk from the filly's face and she looked directly at him, her red-eyed gaze intent. "Away? Where?"
Where indeed. Glint still hadn't come to a decision as to where the filly would go. As it was, she hardly belonged with the Song of the Rainbow. Shadow had refused to suckle the filly when she was new born, leaving the task to a reluctant Fan and Reach while Bloom kept her Mystic filly well away from the Sa'krien Misery. Shadow had barely spoken two words to Sharp since she was born, avoiding the rest of the Song and leaving her young foal to fend for herself. Glint tried to pick up the parenting slack, but Sharp was not an easy filly to parent. He also had three other young foals to tend to and a Hotspring to run. There just wasn't time to help her adjust, no time to try and tame the fierce and violent instincts of Misery and Sa'krien that had burned inside her from birth.
He hadn't wanted to send her away. When the four foals had been introduced to the other Samanayrs at the Festival, Glint had made it clear that Sharp was just as much a part of them as the others. To remove her from them now would be a sign of his failure as the Song's stallion, but what else could she do? If they had hidden her away from birth, or seen to it that she received adequate care earlier on.. but it was too late now. She would just become more and more dangerous as she grew older.
After much internal debate, Glint had narrowed it down to two places.
To the north was a group of Elder Mystics, seen by the Samanayrs as the unofficial leaders of the Mystics as a whole. They might be able to help steer the filly to a more positive path than the one she currently walked, or at least control her as she grew into her magical abilities. He had had dealings with them before, oh yes, but hopefully they would overlook that to the more pressing problem of the filly. They were a couple of day's easy travel away.
To the east was Rider of the Sharp Wind. After bolting at the sight of the Sharians at their initial meeting, he had set up camp in the mountains beyond the Enkeyn home of Kenist Miana. Although Glint still hadn't learned why he feared the Sharians so, he still kept in touch with the Rider and his huge falcon Halcyon and knew that they came from the far side of the continent. Surely they would know of something or someone that could help with the filly? Maybe they had even seen her like before? His home was several day's travel through the mountains, unless he could enlist the assistance of an Enkeyn.
With the filly still watching him, Glint finally decided.
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