To win her, write a short story that contains one other tempestine that is NOT yours(if you have one)
Demotivated_bear wrote:Owner: Demotivated_bear
Name: Shiver
Age: 2 years old
Gender: Mare
Height: 7.9 Feet
Story:
The thick covering of the clouds blocked the earth from her view, however she didn't need to see to do her work. Rearing up on her hind legs, the pale silver mare drummed her hooves against the cloud she was standing on, forcing the cold snowflakes to release their hold and fall to the earth. A soft snort came from behind her and she glanced over her shoulder to see a large paint appaloosa stallion standing behind her. "Great job Shiver. You're learning very quickly." Feeling her skin heat from the praise, Shiver quickly looked away as the stallion rose up in a buck, calling forth wind to drive the snow harder and faster to the earth. "How do you do that so easily, Cherokee?" At her question, Cherokee smiled slightly, letting the wind toss his forelock even further into his eyes. "It's my specialty, Shiver. Just as yours is calling forth snow instead of rain." She dipped her head in acknowledgement, even as she drummed her hooves against the cloud once again, sending another flurry of snowflakes down. Unlike most tempestines, Shiver and Cherokee were in charge of winter storms instead of thunderstorms, so many times in the colder months, they spent a lot of time with one another. It was something that Shiver was beginning to notice more and more as they both grew older and more mature, and was something she tried desperately to hide. Shaking off the thoughts, Shiver reared up again, as high as she could. Just as Cherokee's warning rang out, she realized her mistake. The cloud had been beaten to its limit, and instead of creating snow, her hooves passed through the watery mist. Screaming in fear, the mare plummeted through the dissipating cloud and to the earth below, her hooves cartwheeling through nothing but air. Soon nothing could be heard but the screams of the wind as Shiver's silver pelt disappeared among the falling snow.
"Cherokee, they've announced that Shiver is believed to be dead." At the hesitant voice, the stallion swung his head up from the cloud he'd been checking, shock running through him. Pronounced her dead? Already? Anger flooded him and he glared at the painted stallion who'd brought him the news. "She's only been gone for four months. Our kind lives much longer than that. Besides, I'd feel it if she died." Chinook, the only friend Cherokee had left anymore since Shiver's disappearance, said nothing as he gazed at the other stallion. However his blue-green eyes held all of the sympathy the young colt was feeling, and Cherokee turned away with an annoyed snort. "The herd may be giving up on her, but I refuse to. I know she's alive, Chinook. I can feel it." Once again the younger male did not say anything, but this time Cherokee walked away, not wanting to see the pity in the youngster's eyes.
Meanwhile, Shiver sighed softly and picked herself up off the ground, her eyes on the clouds she'd missed with her frantic jumps. Snorting softly, she lashed her tail and stuck her tongue out at the cloud before turning away and looking for a higher point to try from. Somehow she knew that Cherokee would not give up on finding her, so she just needed to get somewhere he could see her. Sighing again, she lowered her muzzle to the lush grasses beneath her hooves, hating that this was where her energy came from now. As she opened her mouth to crop up the grass, a low voice drifted across the clearing towards her. "I see you're a long way from home as well." At the voice, her head flew up and her eyes focused on the paint Tempestine walking towards her. "Bellaluna! The herd said you were..." "Dead? I know. They've probably said the same thing about you.. However, it is obvious that we are most definitely not dead, now isn't it?" The mare snorted and turned striking blue eyes up to the clouds, her eyes thoughtful. "I've been trying to figure out how to get back to where I belong since I fell. I've tried stepping off of a mountain into the clouds, but it didn't work." Seeing Shiver's quick glance, Bellaluna explained. "The clouds are not formed enough for us to use. However, I discovered that we can get back into the clouds by riding a storm." "Riding a storm? We create the storms, how can we ride one?" Bellaluna smiled, her tail flicking. "Tempestines only create the storms, my dear. We do not control them, no matter what some of us believe. If we can find a tornado, we can ride the vortex up to the clouds. However, tornadoes are very hard to create, as they require perfect communication between the herd. If they believe we're dead, they'll never drop one where we fell. However, before I fell, I was part of the planning committee for tornado valley. All we need to do is get there and find a storm." Shiver nodded in agreement, her heart filling at the thought that they had a chance to return home. Bellaluna smiled softly, then turned and began to trot towards the plains that stretched as far as the eye could see. "Are we close to tornado valley?" Bellaluna nodded, turning to look over her shoulder. "The edge of the valley is almost like a living creature. It moves and fluctuates, depending on what the storms do. This year, that border is four miles from those mountains. We have about three miles to go. Look, the skies are dark over there. We may get lucky and find a storm nearby." Shiver nodded again, picking up her speed to reach Bellaluna's side. Without saying another word, the two mares set out for tornado valley, hope in every fall of their hooves.
Cherokee sighed softly as he took his place in the herd, his tail twitching impatiently. The entire herd was there, all of the facing the same direction as the wind flowed around them. Suddenly a blast of cold air entered the wind, followed by warmer wind that caused a slow rotation in the clouds beneath the herd. That was their sign. With a loud whinny, the leader stepped forward into a trot, his hooves whipping the clouds into a frenzy. The herd followed him, trotting in an ever-tightening circle until he gave the signal and they all sprang forward into a gallop. The swirling clouds soon picked up on the motion and continued them on their own, creating a dark funnel that dropped from the base of the storm and the herd was able to stop. All of them watched as the twister took on a furious whine and dropped to the earth before taking off towards the west, the dust blinding the watching equines. As one, they turned and made their way far from the tumultuous upper cloud level that accompanied the tornado. Little did they know that two of their lost members were about to return from the dead.
Letting out screams of triumph at the sight of the dark funnel tearing towards them, the two mares broke into a gallop, their hooves thundering against the hard earth beneath them. As they got closer, the wind began to lash out at them, trying to push them away from the angry funnel. Lowering their heads, the two slowly drew closer and closer to the funnel, their eyes flickering to the top of the funnel, where they knew home awaited. Finally they reached the funnel and they leaped into the dark clouds, letting out squeals of joy as the watery substance supported them. Lowering their heads even further, the two fought their way to the top before bursting into the clouds. Although they were out of the funnel itself, the wind continued to lash out in fury, forcing them to keep moving instead of celebrating their return. Finally they burst out of the wall of clouds and into the herd, whinnies of joy coming from them. Shiver bolted right towards Cherokee, who had yet to notice her when the enraged screams of the head stallion caused her to slide to a stop. Her eyes wide, she spun to see him charging, but he wasn't charging at her. Bellaluna narrowed her eyes as the stallion slid to a stop a couple inches in front of her, anger in his eyes. "Why have you come back? I thought I made myself perfectly clear when I shoved you through the clouds." Bellaluna lifted her head above his, her eyes flashing as lightning struck her antlers repeatedly. "Yes, you made your message perfectly clear. Should I tell the herd what you said when you pushed their Queen through the clouds? That you would not stoop down to the level of every other stallion in the herd? That you refused to serve under a female? You tried to kill me, just so you could lead the herd, and now I'm calling you on your bluff. I vote for exile!" The mare's powerful words rang out and silence greeted them for a few moments. Then the stallion let out a loud scream and lunged, hatred in his eyes. Shiver knew this would be a fight to the death and she stepped forward to stop them, only to have Cherokee step in front of her. "You have to let them do this, Shiver." "He's right. No one would honor her victory if we help." Chinook stepped forward, pain in his eyes as he watched the lead stallion attacking his mother, intent on killing her.
Finally, half an hour after the fight had began, the victor nudged the last of the clouds over the deceased Tempestine, honoring their sacrifice. That done, Bellaluna stepped forward and screamed her victory to the clouds, knowing that the herd would do the same. Finally she was home. Finally things were right again. Finally.
The end!
((I'm sorry it's so long. I hope that doesn't disqualify me, I worked really hard on this. The original detailed the fight, but it made this even longer, so I omitted the details. Figured they'd be too gorey anyhow.))
and i used copper96's equid Erebus hope thats ok))
