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Mare folded her great wings, landing gently on her feet. The great white feathery masses folded silently to her sides and disappeared, leaving the white mare normal, except for the feather-like tail. Dished head dipped to meet the serene pool. Shadowed muzzle sipped the cool water, lids closing over the lightest blue eyes. Mare paused, muzzle hovering above the pool. Her delicately formed ears could hear the cascading waterfall in the distance, falling from this very pool. But as her blue eyes opened, all she saw was a calm pool of water, with lilies floating calmly on the surface. She cocked her head, seeking to match the sound she heard, the racing, roaring, merciless sound with the serene, calm, sweet visual. Added to that, the lilies gave such a sweet sound, she could barely imagine one of them flying down the waterfall. Even the water seemed too cool and refreshing to go catapulting down hundreds of feet. But as she knew well, the wind was a fickle thing, just as the water seemed to be. A gentle, refreshing breeze one moment could be a devastating tornado the next. She blinked, lifting her delicate head to look over her shoulder. Who knew how long she had just been standing there, lost in her own thoughts about the fickleness of water, the fickleness of her surroundings, and the fickleness of her own wind. Good. No one there to have seen her apparent lapse in... well, life. Well, after a couple hundred thousand years, you were bound to have one or two. For some reason, she couldn't imagine any of the other gods or goddesses having a lapse like she sometimes had. She sighed, looking back at the still surface of the water. So smooth, so calm. She relaxed, feeling as if the water absorbed her worries and fears and let them fade away.

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[bg=002a4e][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] A lone stallion swept across the land, soon entering the boundaries of the place called the Auroral Glade. He wasn’t entirely sure what the place was, or what was so special about it. Grasses grew thick and tall and trees loomed up around the edges of an open plain. To one side, he saw a steep hill growing from the ground, and heard the faint sounds of rushing water. To the other lay the sunny meadow that lurked between the trunks of trees. Deciding to go with his gut instinct, he turned toward the sounds of the water, and found himself climbing up the hill. It was steep, but covered mostly in grass with only a few rocks to watch out for, so it wasn’t a hard trek by any means. He walked, not in any rush to find out what was at the hill’s peak, and his translucent wings lay calmly against his flanks, almost covering the odd swirling marking that lay over his dorsal region. However, the rest of his odd markings shone vividly, their bright golden-yellow color stood out against his deep, near-black coat. He was almost entirely black, from his legs to his mane to his muzzle, but a few hints of russet brown crept into his flanks and shoulders. Whenever the sun hit right, the brown tones were more noticeable, but in dark shadows, it was hard to distinguish his coat from complete blackness. His markings were unique. A stripe ran vertically up his right hind leg, from fetlock to stifle, growing wider at his hock and then tapering off again. On his front left, uneven strips zig-zagged over his black hairs, akin to that of a tiger’s markings. And then his face bore a marking of the same color. The top began on his forehead in a near perfect diamond, and then tapered off roughly to a point above one nostril. It then swept back in to a fine snip that ended on his upper lip. Such vibrant and odd shaped markings were rarely seen, though a few others possessed them. The difference with him was that he was not of pure blood, so no one could understand why he had wings and these markings. And then, three years ago, horns had sprouted from his skull, growing into a set of deer-like antlers. They were the same hue as his markings, making his blue tinted wings seem all the more strange. As he neared the top of the hill, his thoughts grew angrier. He had been blessed with these unique features, and even a full set of powers. Yet he wasn’t pure, and many pureblooded equines around the lands shunned him even though he had great power. Most of them felt he couldn’t be trusted to be loyal to just one leader, when his own blood ran from three different immortals. Of course, it was rare that anyone was directly related to the immortals, yet anyone who lived within their lands was considered a descendant. It was strange, the things that went on in these lands. Because he didn’t seem to be welcome anywhere, he’d become a wanderer at a young age. By the time he was two, he left the small herd his parents traveled with. He stood out to much with them. His parents were plain, having no markings or powers. Most of their herd was similar, since most of them were of mixed blood. He’d stood out like a sore thumb, and standing out wasn’t really his cup of tea. As he crept over the top of the hill, his thoughts abruptly ended, for standing near a pond dotted with lilies stood an exquisite creature. She was nearly white, and seemed to radiate an aura of pure silver. In truth, it was probably just the way the sun hit her hide, but he was taken with her at first sight. He saw her from the front, for she was almost completely on the opposite side of the pond as him, so he didn’t notice her massive wings which were held closely against her frame. Unlike his own wings, hers were easily camouflaged against her hide, aside from their great size. The stallion let out a shrill whinny and began trotting toward her. Even from a distance he felt as though he were intoxicated, and as he grew near all his senses and thoughts seemed to fade away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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Where she stood was so calm, it nearly drained all the tiredness and other bad things from her body. She felt frisky and bold, and wished some company would come along. She thought it strange, that she, normally a secluded horse, would want someone to happen on her. She flicked her long tail, still not getting over the fact it liked to float down for the fact her tail was extremely feather like. A couple hundred thousand years to get used to it, and it still placed a smile on her face. But she was jerked out of her own thoughts by a shrill voice. She looked up, and there came one of the strangest looking horses she had ever seen. He had cool blue wings folded at his side, but fiery markings adorning his dark body. A mix breed, but he had come out of it with more than most pure breeds did. Amazing. Well, she thought, here was her chance for the company she was wishing for. She voiced her enthusiasm in a happy nicker, the sound clear and as sweet as air itself. Small ears pricked forward to listen to his approach, content to let him come to her instead of meeting him halfway. Maybe it was a mare's sense of self esteem, or maybe it was that she had grown used to being respected as a goddess. Light sky blue eyes watched him with joy, sparkling merrily. It had been a long time since she had spoken with another horse. She tended to keep to herself, only occasionally speaking with other gods, but more often speaking with the mortals that lived in her lands. Or, as she was now, letting herself be approached and not letting her identity be known right away. She had interesting encounters whatever she did, and she felt sure this strange looking stallion would keep her occupied for quiet awhile.

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[bg=002a4e][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] The stunning mare nickered in response to his delighted whinny, but she didn’t move toward him. In fact, she really didn’t move at all. With a huff, Cepheus quickened his pace and easily strode across the distance that spread between them. He trotted along the bank of the pond, noting the deep blue waters covered with all sorts of lily pads and exotic pink toned flowers. The sound of water he’d heard earlier wasn’t actually coming from the pond, but from the waterfall that the pond spilled into. As he moved around towards the mare, he also grew closer to the mighty waterfall, and the sound of cascading water grew louder. The stallion knew that the pond must be spring-fed, if it were to send so much water into the falls and still not dry up. With a shake of his head, he thought about just how strange the lands seemed to be. At every twist and turn he made, he found something new he’d never stumbled upon before. This little glade, with it’s lively pond and crashing falls was another one of those things that had escaped him in all his travels before. Oh, he’d heard tales of the Auroral Glade before. It was supposed to be a tranquil place where roamers tended to gather, sometimes even to live. He knew that the grounds around it stretched out for a great distance, and those lands were considered a free realm for any who didn’t wish to live within one of the territories. Yet, despite the fact that he was a wanderer himself, he’d never actually traveled here before. A few moments later, not more than a minute or two, he drew close enough to the mare to get a better view of her. It was then that he noticed her wings, folded neatly against her sides. She was poised, regal looking and something seemed special about her. His breath drew in and he stopped abruptly, as he realized who this mare looked like. Certainly, it couldn’t be. The immortals almost never came down to the mortal lands, let alone to the free realms outside of the land they controlled. But she looked like an exact replica of the wind goddess, Caelia, if she wasn’t actually the immortal herself. He couldn’t catch his breath, and for a moment he wanted to turn and flee. Truthfully, he didn’t take favor to the immortals. Why should they have been granted so much power and such status when he, though of mixed blood, could grow to be nearly as powerful as them. Maybe not that close, as far as measurements were concerned, but certainly one of the most powerful mortals on the land. It wasn’t that he disliked the immortals themselves, he’d never actually met them. He just felt betrayed, in a way, because he wasn’t allowed to be one of them. It was the first time he’d been so near one, and he was growing more certain that she was indeed Caelia, and he felt his jealousy rising. Along with it, he grew curious, and found himself actually wanting to stay and get to know her. She couldn’t be all that bad. He took a few more ginger steps before he cleared his throat and began to speak. His voice came out a bit gravelly, and his limbs trembled slightly. H-h-hello. I’m, um, Cepheus. It was then that he realized he had no idea how to act towards the great mare, so he offered her a little bow, just in case she expected it. You’re…

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She watched him with sparkling blue eyes, noting when he stopped abruptly. Oh well. He had apparently heard enough tales to know what she looked like. That lapse of control told her that he had discovered who she really was. She was slightly disappointed, but happy he still chose to come nearer. Some had heard enough stories of how the immortals had gotten their powers that they wouldn't be caught dead near one. But most of the stories told about the immortals had been grossly exaggerated over hundreds of thousands of years that they held only a shred of truth. Either he didn't believe the stories, had enough guts to approach her, or had somehow found out the truth. That the five immortals that remained had tried their best to remain neutral. He seemed either awed of her presence, or almost scared to be in it. His words came out a bit stuttered, and she knew one like him, with the gall to approach her wouldn't be like this with other mortals. He introduced himself, and she gave him a smile. Hello, Cepheus. Wonderful to meet you. Her smile grew amused as he bowed, as if not sure he should or not. Then he began to speak, but didn't finish. She nodded for him to continue. He told her she was stunning. She met his gaze, not sure if he had actually meant to say that, but knowing he did mean it. Why, thank you. she replied, flattered. She hadn't even had to alter his perception of her to get a compliment. Despite the fact she was shorter than him, in actuality a pony, her presence made up for the difference. She didn't even seem to look up to him, which was a bit different when you realized she was probably a hand or more shorter than he.