submerged and waiting

[.sideways.glance.]

Dark mistress steps forth, knowing what she must do. She was still alone, for the meantime, and figured she must get her shit done. A snarling laugh was let loose as she imagined what was to come. bloodlust. She had it, and she enjoyed it. The maiden was like none other yet to come. She was royalty and knew to be treated as such. A snickering whicker was emitted to let Mother Nature know she had arrived. The vixen knew it wasn’t needed, considering Mother Nature knew all. Greetings, I have answered your call. Grant me my power, if you may. She spoke cordially, giving respect to those deserving of it. The only one who deserved it was Mother Nature. Heh.. none other will ever deserve it, she thought.

Yes she was arrogant. Yes she was domineering. She was alpha. Pure, plain and simple. Her scars stood to prove it. Dagger grabbed at the soil underneath and pulled twice. Muzzle lowered to inhale the wretched perfume of terra firma. Aye, this was the place. Now she waited for an answer.

[»liliha.]

<sup>The day was more than half-way over and the sun was no longer high in the sky. The ball of fire and toxic gasses slowly began its journey to the other side of the world. Some scattered vegetation decorated the otherwise empty landscape surrounding the pond. A few small trees dotted the lithosphere as well. As the dark vixen spoke, the waters of a small, but surprisingly deep pond began to move in a whirlpool-like manner. The once deep blue hues of the liquid were now a mix of Sapphire, turquoise, royal, and Carolina blues. A few small river rocks by the shore of the pool were shifted slightly, and a wall of water shot up from the center of the small pond. Instead of returning to the pool below, the wall of water defied gravity, staying in the air, molding itself into a creature-like shape. The water below the creature churned and tossed a bit as the excess foam fell to the surface, but then quited itself. The awesome display that had just unfolded was almost like a trance to most viewing it for the first time. The ball of what was once water had now transformed into the mold of an eagle. The bird easily treaded the air above the pond, never moving from its place, but flapping its massive wings just he same. Its body was decorated with feathers of a deep, rich brown hue. The head of the creature was molded perfectly and adorned with small feathers of a ghostly white color. Its eyes were like shiny little beads. They had no life in them. All that was seen in the reflection was that of the wench that had approached. This was Mother Nature. Suddenly, she spoke in a comforting, matron-like voice.

Salutations, Sideways Glance. Congratulations on your position. The power you shall call your own is hypnosis. You may use this whenever you feel the need. I trust that you will not abuse it.

With that, a heavy wind picked up. Dust twirled in the sky, dancing with the air and dark clouds rushed in. A flash of light and a loud boom lit up the atmosphere that was continually growing darker. A strong gust of air picked up a mist from the pond and gently brushed it across the pelt of the femme. A mark, distinctly drawn in the shape of a triangle appeared on the mare's flesh, just below the forelock. This was the mark of royalty.</sup>


[okay, cheesy, I know, sorry.]

[.sideways.glance.]

All the landscape faded into the distance when the vixen witnessed what she did. Nothing of this nature had ever happened before, and the soldier knew not what to do with the new sight… or event. Fight or flight raced through her cranium, but she stubbornly held her ground, even if it could have meant her death. She knew the pool was where to go, and knew not what to expect. Lets just say, whatever expectations she had were greatly exceeded. She watched as the cerulean waters rose and defied gravity. This was no geyser though. This was something else. Something more powerful. Then what came over her field of vision but the form of an eagle, massive in size. The glistening form was almost blinding with the reflection of the setting orb behind it, the water magnifying its deadly rays directly toward the mare. She blinked and squinted to adjust herself to the new form, backing slightly but showing no fear (even if she was slightly…. ) as the waters changed appearance to the coloring of a spirit eagle, she had recognized its form once before when she was upon an Indian burial ground, but this was nothing like that. This was no smoke form, but made from water – a power much more difficult to work with than the wisps of fiery smoke. This form, as it towered above her almost made her quake, but she stood as a statue, awaiting what was to be said. The wench fell silent, and was in a state of reverie as the eagle spoke. …The power you shall call your own is hypnosis… I trust that you will not abuse it. The form vanished as quickly as it had appeared, but not without event. The painful spray of mist upon her pelt made her wince with discomfort. It felt as though needles had tattooed her forehead, and warily the mare stepped forth ward to the pool from which the eagle came. As the winds picked up one more time, she could see in her reflection the delta marked upon her charred forehead. She had just witnessed something, and now there was evidential proof marked upon her crania. The words still echoed in her audits and she knew not what to think of it. She knew she was called to this pool, and now she supposed she knew why. The power of hypnosis? Hmm… could be fun. But no, she couldn’t simply “play” with that power… she didn’t want to upset that powerful force she just experienced. She knew her place, and even if it was royalty and in power, she knew she could never overpower the forces of mother nature. A soft thank you was whispered almost inaudibly as she slowly turned and sauntered away, feigning as if she had never seen or heard anything. Nobody needed to know this until necessary. This was not something she was going to flaunt… that is, until it was time.