Post by Razor on Sept 23, 2007 14:41:03 GMT -5
Indeed, for a long time the three elements co existed in complete peace. Violence was simply a dusty figment of the imagination; something that was possible, but so distant from reality.
Perhaps the founder of violence in the placid world was a young, brutish male. He had never believed in the feminist ways of his time - in his mind, females were not fit to rule. Yet they did. In every aspect possible, they governed and sat as figureheads while the males helped care for young and tend to thier wives wishes. It was so distorted on so many levels. The males were larger and more powerful than there softer counterparts, so why not throw over the female rule completely? This baffled the young male, and often he sat thinking about this stolid expectation.
In the beginning, he was not such a violent soul. He simply wanted to be strong, and powerful - a lot like Queen Suharla. Suharla was the ruler of the Feus kind, and had the reputation for being the powerful one among her trio - but the other queens were really just as powerful in thier own senses. Next to her, there was Queen Kitsuno, the Tiera Queen. She was kind and gentle, and her healing powers exceeded all others. And then there was the wise, quirky Queen Xenaphii - the ruler of all things water.
The young stallion was called Dairo, and lived among the Tiera equines, yet he did not fit quite into thier standards. Unlike the Tiera equines, he was not kind or sweet and he was often moody and solitary, keeping away from others of his age. His power was also supine and tender; his power to revive dead plants was one that was often laughed upon in the Tiera society. As a result, Dairo subjected himself to a dark, reserved childhood, lingering on dreams in which would be considered immoral in his family.
His secret desire was to join the Feus clan, yet he knew it would not be possible. Nothing among the knowledge of even the most experienced of equines could change ones destiny to thier clan - so, he took probably the worst approach to Queen Suharla.
Dairo left before dawn had touched the soil. His only guidence was the milky splatter of constellations in the sky as he made his way to the infamous Mount Shaktra, never leaving the forest as he travelled. He did not even rest to eat or sleep. After a single moon, he was at the base of the monstrous cathedral and he did not break before embarking on the last half. He suffered greatly. His appendages were beaten and swollen, his pelt baked to his bones as he continued up to the summit. Often he stumbled across the ruined remains of others who had attempted the ominous journey, but the mere bones did not scare him. Instead of wrenching his heartstrings, they made him feel stronger. He had made it past the point they had - that had to mean something.
As he climbed higher upon the jagged mountainside, the heat grew heavier and hotter. In a few moments time it was sheer agony; the sweltering heat was dangerous for a Tiera equine. He was dizzy; his vision smeared oddly. His lungs were thirsty for the cool, clean air of his home. His skin was encased his his own perspiration, and his joints were unsteady. His talons were cracked and battered from the hellish climb, yet he had not given up.
Back in the early days, Mount Shaktra was not enveloped in the heavy security is now. Infact, any creature adept enough to complete the sheer trek vertically up to Suharla's home was welcomed by her. After all, with all of the elements subsisting among one another so well, there was no call for such security.
Dairo smiled to himself, for all he needed now was the Queen herself.
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Perhaps the founder of violence in the placid world was a young, brutish male. He had never believed in the feminist ways of his time - in his mind, females were not fit to rule. Yet they did. In every aspect possible, they governed and sat as figureheads while the males helped care for young and tend to thier wives wishes. It was so distorted on so many levels. The males were larger and more powerful than there softer counterparts, so why not throw over the female rule completely? This baffled the young male, and often he sat thinking about this stolid expectation.
In the beginning, he was not such a violent soul. He simply wanted to be strong, and powerful - a lot like Queen Suharla. Suharla was the ruler of the Feus kind, and had the reputation for being the powerful one among her trio - but the other queens were really just as powerful in thier own senses. Next to her, there was Queen Kitsuno, the Tiera Queen. She was kind and gentle, and her healing powers exceeded all others. And then there was the wise, quirky Queen Xenaphii - the ruler of all things water.
The young stallion was called Dairo, and lived among the Tiera equines, yet he did not fit quite into thier standards. Unlike the Tiera equines, he was not kind or sweet and he was often moody and solitary, keeping away from others of his age. His power was also supine and tender; his power to revive dead plants was one that was often laughed upon in the Tiera society. As a result, Dairo subjected himself to a dark, reserved childhood, lingering on dreams in which would be considered immoral in his family.
His secret desire was to join the Feus clan, yet he knew it would not be possible. Nothing among the knowledge of even the most experienced of equines could change ones destiny to thier clan - so, he took probably the worst approach to Queen Suharla.
Dairo left before dawn had touched the soil. His only guidence was the milky splatter of constellations in the sky as he made his way to the infamous Mount Shaktra, never leaving the forest as he travelled. He did not even rest to eat or sleep. After a single moon, he was at the base of the monstrous cathedral and he did not break before embarking on the last half. He suffered greatly. His appendages were beaten and swollen, his pelt baked to his bones as he continued up to the summit. Often he stumbled across the ruined remains of others who had attempted the ominous journey, but the mere bones did not scare him. Instead of wrenching his heartstrings, they made him feel stronger. He had made it past the point they had - that had to mean something.
As he climbed higher upon the jagged mountainside, the heat grew heavier and hotter. In a few moments time it was sheer agony; the sweltering heat was dangerous for a Tiera equine. He was dizzy; his vision smeared oddly. His lungs were thirsty for the cool, clean air of his home. His skin was encased his his own perspiration, and his joints were unsteady. His talons were cracked and battered from the hellish climb, yet he had not given up.
Back in the early days, Mount Shaktra was not enveloped in the heavy security is now. Infact, any creature adept enough to complete the sheer trek vertically up to Suharla's home was welcomed by her. After all, with all of the elements subsisting among one another so well, there was no call for such security.
Dairo smiled to himself, for all he needed now was the Queen herself.
- TO BE CONTINUED -