The Tundra
THE STONE DRIFTS
Huge snow drifts, built up around pillars of stone and shining ice tower over you, creating delicate laceworks of icecycles and whirling snowghosts. Your feet crunch in the snow - the only sound besides the wind. You walk on, the icy bite putting you on edge. And then...there! Another sound! Another set of crunching fottfalls! You whirl about and see what looks like another snow ghost, white and blue and shining like the ice. But within the visage of sleek, moving ice burn enbers and red and yellow....deep blood red claws and shining golden eyes that could melt the thickest of snow covers.....
The creature slinks toward you, back straight and head down, like a stalking lion low to the ground and fleet of foot. It comes right up to you, to within a foot, and extends to its full height. You seen now its full body, silvery and blue and covered in deep, old battle scars. A golden pendant, half covered in ice, hangs about her neck, reading: 'Imzor!'Jicorivi - Killer's Silence'. This creature, a female Fliot some part of your brain tells you, smells of old death and the razor's edge of insanity that burns within her flaming eyes. And it is in front of you, snearing, smelling you, and whispering...
"Tikf~wite~uaik~yiju-? Tikf~chya~uaik~vihumi-~yi~imnahit? TIKF TIKF TIKF??? Tih~uvibiy*,~iikhit~efjr-~eh~yi~vibe~UAIK~visdmo-~iyhit!!!! UAIK~ziye-~iyhit~ri~tih~cifum,~frnu~CHDIE!!! Wirie-~ochit~jilre! WIRIE~OH~UFVI~um~o~rfo~vibmi-~uaik~hu~visvihito,~viikho~cismie'ik~uhcl~un~e~visdio. O~rfo~RZO-~uaik. WIRIE-~UFVI!!!!"
Her eyes fly wide and turn a deep bloody red as she lets out a shrill, ear-splitting shreik that makes you at once filled with winder and violence and sickness. The Fliot tears off toward the tallest of the colums of ice, disappearing around the massive hulk of white and silver, her tettered wings extended in attempts to fly once more. The madness burnt into your brain takes a long while to shake off.
What had she said? It was in a language like that you had seen in other parts of the island...Atlani, or a dialect there-of. er voice had been that same razor's edge, wavering and cold and full of so much agony that it tore at your heart to hear it...the pain of it... You swallow hard and brush the snow off of your shoulders, determined to pull in your mind and move on, before the pained female returns to carry out the parts of her message that had sounded like threats.....
...but another stands in your way, above you, on a taller hill, directly in your path. This Fliot is the opposite of the burnt, maddened female that attacked you on the iced slopes below. He is large and powerfully built, his coat like glowing embers....like the color of the female's eyes.....
He speaks with a deep, steady voice, glancing you over as you approach before returning to watching the icy hills below. "Are you in health, wanderer?" You nod a thankful yes and the Fliot seems relieved. "Good, then. I am Aursene~Tih'Ilzi-im....Aursene The Keeper. I keep these lands...and I keep Imzor'. I saw you're little meeting down there, and I must appologize for my mate..." Mate? You look at him as if he'd just sprouted another head. He chuckles deeply. "Yes...mate. Before I came she was much worse. And she usually is not this bad, but she is going through one of her bad spells. I keep her, yes, for I seem to be the only Fliot she will listen to...even Azrielen herself seems to have awful problems with her. But noone knows her as I do...she can be loving...caring....sometimes...."
He seems to drift off in thought and you tenatively ask what is wrong with the young female. Aursene sighs and explains. "No one is quite sure. She came to Hold a seemingly normal enough Fliot, built perfectly for this cold place, excited to be in a new home. But she was placed here and the next day the Hold doctors came to see her for a check up and she was, apparently, quite....wrong. Insane, no. She is not insane. There is something wrong with her. All she ever says is that the voices talk to her, scream at her, hurt her...and there is nothing she can do. After I came, she quieted down a bit, but every now and then she goes through a day or two where no one can console her....." He smile resignedly.
"It seems to be triggered most of the time be periods of stress. But there are some times when it just happens. It defies explanation and frankly, I've given up. I used to want to know, but now I just watch her in these times, making sure she doesn't do anyone any real damage. I wait for the better times...because...I really do love her...the other her, when she is beautiful and complex and so loving...." He stops and takes a breath. You ask what he thinks might have triggered this bought of...wrongness...and he smiles widely. "Well...we are just recently officially joined, and have been blessed with children of our own! Twins. A strong boy and lovely girl, You can visit them...they live on the bluffs below, where the wind is not so chill and frosting. And it is very cold of late. In fact, you better be moving on now. The winds are picking up and you should not be up on these hieghts unprotected.....
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Name: Imzor!'Jicorivi Shortened: Imzor!', 'Rivi Meaning: Killer's Silence Age: Adult Gender: Female Species: Dragicanid Type: Fliot Dame: Wild Sire: Wild Mate: Aursene Offspring: Ember & Dark Origin: Fliot Desert |
Horns: L,s* Tail: G,L Feet: p,p Spikes: N*,n Coat: B*,Sh Wings: M,W(d) Mutations: y,m* |
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Name: Aursene Shortened: Aur Meaning: Watcher Age: Adult Gender: Male Species: Dragicanid Type: Fliot Dame: Wild Sire: Wild Mate: Imzor!'Jicorivi Offspring: Ember & Dark Origin: Fliot Desert |
Horns: M,s* Tail: m*,l Feet: P*,P Spikes: n,n Coat: m*,m* Mutation: Y,y |
Across the snow banks the land flattens out again in more Snow Flats. You could move onward to a safer realm, or head back toward the upper flats and the entrance to the Tundra...
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