Post by Rordrik on Jul 31, 2014 16:57:10 GMT
The gentle winds paired with the sound of water constantly crashing down onto the cliffs below were a melody that Shydra knew very well. The quiet areas around here were one of her favorite places to come and listen to the world that her Goddess had made for her to enjoy. As of late things had gotten even quieter with the events unfolding off near the Dark territory. So many of the other Creations had gone flying off to see what was going on, but she had much different ideas in mind. The quiet tended to suit her much better and others were less likely to come along and disturb her.
There are many who would scoff at the idea of her kind of 'magic', but she did not care what the foolish non-believers thought of her many just finding her strange and leaving as soon as they learned about her unusual beliefs. Though now all she had to worry about was the snow covering up her inscriptions into the ice around her. It had taken her nearly an hour of pain staking work etching as carefully as she could with her large claws to create a nearly perfect circle. All along the edge of it were strange symbols that she had seen in her visions to try and connect herself closer with her Mother. Though etched into ice they were not obvious to see and would easily be passed by. No, there was something else that would be much more obvious and strange to see for anyone who happened to pass by.
Shyrda was dancing.
There was no other way to describe it. A large four legged dragon was a difficult thing to see dancing on the ground, but she seemed to be attempting it. Her body was swaying side to side in a rather slow and deliberate fashion. Her body seeming to flow rather smoothly, starting as her tail seemed to guide where her hind legs fell swinging about to lift her front half off the ground to swing about. It was a very fast and sporadic kind of dancing one that was free form and fun not something to be repeated step by step. Even a bit of laughter escaping her jaws as she swung about, doing her best to just enjoy herself in the world she was given and testing all her body could do. She did not care who saw her or what they thought, she was worshiping the Mother.
There are many who would scoff at the idea of her kind of 'magic', but she did not care what the foolish non-believers thought of her many just finding her strange and leaving as soon as they learned about her unusual beliefs. Though now all she had to worry about was the snow covering up her inscriptions into the ice around her. It had taken her nearly an hour of pain staking work etching as carefully as she could with her large claws to create a nearly perfect circle. All along the edge of it were strange symbols that she had seen in her visions to try and connect herself closer with her Mother. Though etched into ice they were not obvious to see and would easily be passed by. No, there was something else that would be much more obvious and strange to see for anyone who happened to pass by.
Shyrda was dancing.
There was no other way to describe it. A large four legged dragon was a difficult thing to see dancing on the ground, but she seemed to be attempting it. Her body was swaying side to side in a rather slow and deliberate fashion. Her body seeming to flow rather smoothly, starting as her tail seemed to guide where her hind legs fell swinging about to lift her front half off the ground to swing about. It was a very fast and sporadic kind of dancing one that was free form and fun not something to be repeated step by step. Even a bit of laughter escaping her jaws as she swung about, doing her best to just enjoy herself in the world she was given and testing all her body could do. She did not care who saw her or what they thought, she was worshiping the Mother.