spring has sprung // april prompts 2024
Apr 22, 2024 19:52:29 GMT -7
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Post by + ebonite + on Apr 22, 2024 19:52:29 GMT -7
The lands spread out before him, teeming with hills covered in grass that blew in the wind. Casi was home. Omashu was beautiful in nearly every season (including when the snows were a foot deep or more) but spring had to be his favorite. Before everyone knew it, the grass had grown back in brilliant shades of green. Despite the lack of rain, a rainbow crested over one of the hills, striking in its clarity. I love it here. It's perfect. He breathed in the air deeply, smelling the fresh scent of flowers on the breeze, the familiar taste of various herbs native to his home. The birds were calling from the distant trees, his companion, Sol, among them, having retired from the Vigilum along with him. Yes, the Vigilum. It was odd to think that he had ever joined the group in the first place, but he knew where he belonged now. Gidge had found a hidden gem in the Dark Kingdom by claiming Omashu as his own. It had not been a difficult decision to join Gidge in his homelands, renouncing the Light alliance. The path ahead was uncertain, for sure, but he could handle it with Gidge at his side. He loved him; he could love the Dark Kingdom just as well.
He was crossing a vast desert, expanding to infinity. His throat felt choked with it and he spat on the ground in frustration. He was sick of traversing back and forth across this desert. It was such a pain. But then again, it did keep a good boundary of separation between the Outlands and the rest of Wild Equines. It meant he wouldn't be followed nearly as easily, either. His expedition hadn't yielded much in the way of information, unfortunately - damn Vigilum somehow keeping their secrets when they couldn't lie - but he had still returned home with a prize. The bundle of herbs in his mouth could prove to be useful. At least, he hoped it would be, given the sacrifices his throat had made to get them here. He had started studying herbs and their uses. Convincing his grandma of that had not been as hard as he'd thought. So, he figured she'd be pleased to have these laying around. The Vigilum had already gathered them, so they had to be useful in some way, even if he hadn't figured out all of those ways just yet. Sighing, he continued on, feeling as if he'd been walking on a path that didn't stop. There was a rock formation ahead of him, but he never seemed to get closer. Were his legs even working? He looked down at them.
Blood. He could taste on his tongue, feel it on his skin. The air was rank with it, a metallic shimmer that hung heavy in the air. It was dark out but he had no trouble seeing. The Versai had not seen it coming and now one of them lay dead near his hooves, eyes shut in a peaceful way that made his blood boil further. They killed my mother. One of their followers had murdered his mom for finally escaping their brainwashing. She had finally been free and they had killed her. She didn't deserve to die. But you did, his brown eyes blazed as he stared at the corpse, almost wishing it would move again so he had an excuse to attack further. He wouldn't stop until all of them were dead. They deserved it. They all deserved to die. 'Is violence ever justified?' A voice suddenly echoed in his head. It sounded like his own. 'What if we were to attack first to defend ourselves by discouraging future attacks?' Another voice echoed, a feminine one and it pulled at him. Who was that? Who had said it. He looked down at the body and for a moment, the eyes were open, staring at him. He jumped back. As he continued to stare (he found he could not physically look away), the body rose and turned toward him, eyes still closed. 'Right now, there is a chance that I may attack you, Luna. It is very small - miniscule even - but the chance is not zero. Could you then justify attacking me first? How big does the chance have to be before it's justified?' The voice was coming from her was his own and a shiver traveled the entire length of his spine. A horrible sense of dread almost overwhelmed him. This is wrong, he thought, shaking himself, turning away, though he didn't remember turning. Then he was running, running, running. Away from this place, away from the shadows, and the blood. The stink of it was making him nauseous. I'll never wash it away, it'll always be here... I made a mistake, such a terrible mistake... his eyes blurred with tears until the world before his legs blurred away, the colors all melding together until everything was black.
He woke up with a start, his heart thudding in panic. He immediately jumped to his feet, expecting some eldritch horror in front of him, but there was no one. It took him several seconds to remember that he was in Sinheim, still being held captive by Harlan. It was just a dream... he thought to himself, but it didn't comfort him much. It had felt real enough. Taking several deep calming breaths, he paced in his cavern, slowly relaxing his tense muscles and calming his racing heart. He could still hear Luna's voice in his head, still smell the blood, taste the sand on his tongue... Omashu had been in the Dark Kingdom, he had lived in the Outlands with Respira, he'd murdered a Versai... I need to get out of here.
timeline while stolen by harlan, probably canon somewhere in the timeline lol
notes
Prompt 1: New Spring, New You: Casimiro as a Dark
Bonuses:
- It Was Only Just a Dream
- All 5 Senses
- Rainbows, Everywhere
- Challenge Accepted
- 800+ words
He was crossing a vast desert, expanding to infinity. His throat felt choked with it and he spat on the ground in frustration. He was sick of traversing back and forth across this desert. It was such a pain. But then again, it did keep a good boundary of separation between the Outlands and the rest of Wild Equines. It meant he wouldn't be followed nearly as easily, either. His expedition hadn't yielded much in the way of information, unfortunately - damn Vigilum somehow keeping their secrets when they couldn't lie - but he had still returned home with a prize. The bundle of herbs in his mouth could prove to be useful. At least, he hoped it would be, given the sacrifices his throat had made to get them here. He had started studying herbs and their uses. Convincing his grandma of that had not been as hard as he'd thought. So, he figured she'd be pleased to have these laying around. The Vigilum had already gathered them, so they had to be useful in some way, even if he hadn't figured out all of those ways just yet. Sighing, he continued on, feeling as if he'd been walking on a path that didn't stop. There was a rock formation ahead of him, but he never seemed to get closer. Were his legs even working? He looked down at them.
Blood. He could taste on his tongue, feel it on his skin. The air was rank with it, a metallic shimmer that hung heavy in the air. It was dark out but he had no trouble seeing. The Versai had not seen it coming and now one of them lay dead near his hooves, eyes shut in a peaceful way that made his blood boil further. They killed my mother. One of their followers had murdered his mom for finally escaping their brainwashing. She had finally been free and they had killed her. She didn't deserve to die. But you did, his brown eyes blazed as he stared at the corpse, almost wishing it would move again so he had an excuse to attack further. He wouldn't stop until all of them were dead. They deserved it. They all deserved to die. 'Is violence ever justified?' A voice suddenly echoed in his head. It sounded like his own. 'What if we were to attack first to defend ourselves by discouraging future attacks?' Another voice echoed, a feminine one and it pulled at him. Who was that? Who had said it. He looked down at the body and for a moment, the eyes were open, staring at him. He jumped back. As he continued to stare (he found he could not physically look away), the body rose and turned toward him, eyes still closed. 'Right now, there is a chance that I may attack you, Luna. It is very small - miniscule even - but the chance is not zero. Could you then justify attacking me first? How big does the chance have to be before it's justified?' The voice was coming from her was his own and a shiver traveled the entire length of his spine. A horrible sense of dread almost overwhelmed him. This is wrong, he thought, shaking himself, turning away, though he didn't remember turning. Then he was running, running, running. Away from this place, away from the shadows, and the blood. The stink of it was making him nauseous. I'll never wash it away, it'll always be here... I made a mistake, such a terrible mistake... his eyes blurred with tears until the world before his legs blurred away, the colors all melding together until everything was black.
He woke up with a start, his heart thudding in panic. He immediately jumped to his feet, expecting some eldritch horror in front of him, but there was no one. It took him several seconds to remember that he was in Sinheim, still being held captive by Harlan. It was just a dream... he thought to himself, but it didn't comfort him much. It had felt real enough. Taking several deep calming breaths, he paced in his cavern, slowly relaxing his tense muscles and calming his racing heart. He could still hear Luna's voice in his head, still smell the blood, taste the sand on his tongue... Omashu had been in the Dark Kingdom, he had lived in the Outlands with Respira, he'd murdered a Versai... I need to get out of here.
timeline while stolen by harlan, probably canon somewhere in the timeline lol
notes
Prompt 1: New Spring, New You: Casimiro as a Dark
Bonuses:
- It Was Only Just a Dream
- All 5 Senses
- Rainbows, Everywhere
- Challenge Accepted
- 800+ words