The Tundra
THE STONE BLUFFS
The pillars of snow-covered stone thn out as the land raises slowly. Soon their mammoth hulks turn into nothing more than piles of boulders, some of which form large openings in which a creature could make a home. You walk farther and notice that, though you climb higher, the wind is less intense and then so is the cold. Still, you keep you jacket wrapped about you. You never know when a sudden gust could blow up.
You soon find that you cannot walk any farther...not because you are tired, but because there is no where left to walk! You reach the edge of the bluffs, a long ravine into which you gaze and can see no bottom, running along the side of the immense underground cavern of the Tundra. The wall of the cavern shows craggy and broken hundreds of feet away across the ravine and you have a sudden surge of vertigo. Quickely you back away from the ledge so that you don't collapse and fall to a sure death. It is then, laying in the snow holding your slightly reeling head, that you find the inhabitants of the bluffs. Two FLiots are trudging up the hill toward you.....
The first, a firey golden-orange female, looks worried and determined as she trudges through the thick snow toward you, bringing another behind her. The other makes you look worried! A deep blue in color with a scalled, sleek body, the second FLiot wears a leather mask on his head, concealing all details on his face except for the fire burning pits of his eyes. Hie green horns glow slightly in the chill darkness. Whereas concern and compassion burn out from the female, this strange male exudes something very dark...twisted...
The female reaches you, brushing you off with a hoof and pulling your attention away from the dark male. "Are you allright, wanderer?" Her voice carries genuine worry and you respond, tellig he that you are indeed just fine and intriducing yourself. She smiles sweetly and bows a bit. "I am Imiyd!'oib-viso...or Ember's Burning in your tongue. And this oddball..." She points a hoof at the male, who has now approached and is looking at you with completely blank, dead=seeming eyes. "He is Mzle-viso'mhitie...or Darkling Heart. We are the children of Imzor' and Aursene. As you can tall, Dark takes after mother." She smiles and offter a grip on a hooved foot to lever you up. You look across the ravine in silence for amoment, than ask tenatively, a question that has been burning in you since you saw the fascinating visage of Darkling. Why the mask? Ember laughs a bit and you tak it as a good thing. "Dark wears his mask because of his scars. Old scars from a problem he had in his childhood. After all, he takes after our mother, the rather infamous Killer's Silence. He was born schizofrenic, you see. He is two persons in one, but not quite the same as multiple personalities. He simply has two sides of himself that opperate as one, but he cannot control which one is dominant at any one time He used to have...wierd spells...where he's do..." She gulps, eyes flashing in memory. "...He'd do horrible things, and not remember tham after the spell was over. But living here, the docters caught it early and he did not have to be...put down...just, he has to have medications every ther day and he sees the Hold psychiatrist often. He's been well ever since he started taking meds. But still, he has and will always have oddities about him. The doc says they are leftover emotional things from when he was mentally split. Like the mask...that's the main one right now. He wears it to hide his face and the scars he gave himself when he was much younger. He used to scratch at his face constantly, and so now he hides it. He also cannot stand the sound of his own voice. He only talks to the psychiatrist because he feels that safest there...and with me sometimes. I think he has a wonderful voice, but he says that the voices he remembers in his mind used his voice, while his conscience used another voice which he cannot mimic. He won't use his voice because it reminds him of his internal enemies. So the mask is flexible, but tight enough to allow very little speech...just eating and drinking and the occasional word or two..." She sighs and moves over to her brother, nuzzling him gently and he turns away, eyeing you worriedly. You see pain in his eyes as she whispers something to him and he runs off through the snow, his two tails twirling about him in his haste. Ember plods back over to you and apologises. "I am sorry, travelor, but you must go and so must I. Your arrival caught him at one of his worst times and he's runn off again. Usually only I can find him, so I must go!" Quickely you bow and say farewell before she tears off through the flattened snow, opening her wings suddenly and catching herslefon the rising thermals of the ravine, flying off to find her lost brother.....
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Name: Mzle-viso'Mhitie Shortened: Viso', Dark Meaning: Darling Heart Age: Adult Gender: Male Species: Dragicanid Type: Fliot Dame: Imzor!'Jicorivi Sire: Aursene Mate: None Offspring: None Origin: Fliot Desert |
Horns: M, n* Tail: M, m* Feet: P, D* Spikes: n, y* Coat: M, sh Mutations: y, y* |
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Name: Imiyd!'Oib-viso Shortened: Immy, Ember Meaning: Ember's Dying Age: Adult Gender: Female Species: Dragicanid Type: Fliot Dame: Imzor!'Jicorivi Sire: Aursene Mate: None Offspring: None Origin: Fliot Desert |
Horns: N, N Tail: L, h Feet: P, H Spikes: Y, y Coat: B*, m Mutations: Y, n |
Across the snow banks the land flattens out again in more Snow Flats. You could move onward to a safer realm, or head back toward the high shadows of the Stone Drifts and a step closer to the entrance of the Tundra...
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