Post by kitearadarkblade on Apr 19, 2007 20:59:39 GMT -5
Far south of the Odamar mainland, perhaps several months voyage into the deep, warm waters, there rose a trio of islands. None on the mainland had ever ventured that far south, nor would they likely find the islands if they did. Gods can be a secretive lot.
One of the islands was shaped like a large disc, with rays of sandbars radiating outward from it. The edges of the disc were lined with white sand beaches that slowly worked into dunes and then soft grasses as one progressed further inward. At the edge of the soft grass, overlooking the dunes, a white marble temple had been erected. The building was quite beautiful, yet simple in design. It gleamed in the mid-morning sun, that left glimmers and sparkles of light reflecting off of the water’s surface. If one stood one the sandbars further out from the island, they could spot the other two islands far in the distance, to either side.
Far to the west, there lay a roughly crescent shaped island, covered with thick trees and dense vegetation. The tall trees cast cool, dark shadows over the island. The inner curve of the crescent was lined with the same white sand as the disc shaped island, while the outer curve was a tangle of mangroves. The interior slowly phased from jungle along the outer edge, to the sand beach of the inner. Within the arc of the crescent was a clear lagoon. The only visible structure on the island was a small treehouse where the sand and trees met.
To the east of the two other islands was the last. At its heart was a tall peak, ringed with clouds. The island seemed to stretch outward from the peak in five directions to form a star. Near the northern most tip, there was a large but plain house.
Sol stood far before the gleaming temple, in the sands, looking over the glittering surface of the water. The sun had nearly reached its peak in the sky, warming the damp sand and water beneath his toes. Waves lapped at the sands lazily as Sol closed his dark blue eyes and tilted his head up to the sky. A slight breeze stirred, toying with the sun god’s shoulder-length golden-blond hair. His clothing, all dazzling white with gold stitching, flowed around him lightly in the breeze. He only opened his eyes when he felt a light spray of water and heard splashing before him.
A dolphin surfaced in the water, slapping its tail on the water to send up another spray. Sol chuckled at the creature’s playfulness, before tilting his head slightly. Very near the dolphin, the water’s surface was still as glass, neither waving or rippling as the waters around it. Perking a golden eyebrow, he studied the water for a moment before a face formed in it. His eyes narrowed faintly, returning to the dolphin. It was slightly larger than those that normally swam the oceans near his island.
“Lunaris. And Styra,” he intoned gravelly, with a nod. The dolphin shot a bit of water at him before swimming into the shallows. Once there, she began to change. With ease and speed that would make the most experienced therian gape, the dolphin was no more. Instead, a curvy, full-figured woman stood in the knee deep water. Her dark hair seemed to form a curtain that flowed over her back to reach her thighs. Unashamedly, she advanced the few steps to reach Sol and seized him with an impulsive hug.
“In the flesh,” she replied huskily, releasing him to step back a pace. Sol answered her with an almost smug grin, even as his eyes turned to the water. It slowly rose, adopting the form of a slender, athletic woman before solidifying into true flesh and clothe.
“And little else in your case,” Sol quipped, glancing back to Lunaris. “No shame?” he teased.
“Only pride,” Lunaris replied with a smirk. Styra glided over the water’s surface to her side, reaching to place a hand on her shoulder. The two shared a brief, almost conspiratorial grin.
“Why shouldn’t she be?” the fae goddess asked, her voice soft and flowing, like silk. Styra removed her hand from the lunar goddess’s shoulder and moved to offer Sol a hug as well, hers more formal than that of Lunaris. Leaning back from him, she cupped his face in long fingered hands and smiled. The water soaked into his clothing gathered in rivulets to run out the hem of his trews and back into the ocean. “Better?” Sol nodded as she stepped back to stand beside Lunaris once more.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” he asked, perking an eyebrow. The other two deities sobered, a small frown creasing Styra’s brow.
“We have a small problem,” she began, diplomatically. Sol cringed inwardly. That never boded well. Nor did the darkening look on Lunaris’s face. Bracing himself, he nodded, stepping aside to gesture for the pair to venture further onto the island to relax before continuing.
One of the islands was shaped like a large disc, with rays of sandbars radiating outward from it. The edges of the disc were lined with white sand beaches that slowly worked into dunes and then soft grasses as one progressed further inward. At the edge of the soft grass, overlooking the dunes, a white marble temple had been erected. The building was quite beautiful, yet simple in design. It gleamed in the mid-morning sun, that left glimmers and sparkles of light reflecting off of the water’s surface. If one stood one the sandbars further out from the island, they could spot the other two islands far in the distance, to either side.
Far to the west, there lay a roughly crescent shaped island, covered with thick trees and dense vegetation. The tall trees cast cool, dark shadows over the island. The inner curve of the crescent was lined with the same white sand as the disc shaped island, while the outer curve was a tangle of mangroves. The interior slowly phased from jungle along the outer edge, to the sand beach of the inner. Within the arc of the crescent was a clear lagoon. The only visible structure on the island was a small treehouse where the sand and trees met.
To the east of the two other islands was the last. At its heart was a tall peak, ringed with clouds. The island seemed to stretch outward from the peak in five directions to form a star. Near the northern most tip, there was a large but plain house.
Sol stood far before the gleaming temple, in the sands, looking over the glittering surface of the water. The sun had nearly reached its peak in the sky, warming the damp sand and water beneath his toes. Waves lapped at the sands lazily as Sol closed his dark blue eyes and tilted his head up to the sky. A slight breeze stirred, toying with the sun god’s shoulder-length golden-blond hair. His clothing, all dazzling white with gold stitching, flowed around him lightly in the breeze. He only opened his eyes when he felt a light spray of water and heard splashing before him.
A dolphin surfaced in the water, slapping its tail on the water to send up another spray. Sol chuckled at the creature’s playfulness, before tilting his head slightly. Very near the dolphin, the water’s surface was still as glass, neither waving or rippling as the waters around it. Perking a golden eyebrow, he studied the water for a moment before a face formed in it. His eyes narrowed faintly, returning to the dolphin. It was slightly larger than those that normally swam the oceans near his island.
“Lunaris. And Styra,” he intoned gravelly, with a nod. The dolphin shot a bit of water at him before swimming into the shallows. Once there, she began to change. With ease and speed that would make the most experienced therian gape, the dolphin was no more. Instead, a curvy, full-figured woman stood in the knee deep water. Her dark hair seemed to form a curtain that flowed over her back to reach her thighs. Unashamedly, she advanced the few steps to reach Sol and seized him with an impulsive hug.
“In the flesh,” she replied huskily, releasing him to step back a pace. Sol answered her with an almost smug grin, even as his eyes turned to the water. It slowly rose, adopting the form of a slender, athletic woman before solidifying into true flesh and clothe.
“And little else in your case,” Sol quipped, glancing back to Lunaris. “No shame?” he teased.
“Only pride,” Lunaris replied with a smirk. Styra glided over the water’s surface to her side, reaching to place a hand on her shoulder. The two shared a brief, almost conspiratorial grin.
“Why shouldn’t she be?” the fae goddess asked, her voice soft and flowing, like silk. Styra removed her hand from the lunar goddess’s shoulder and moved to offer Sol a hug as well, hers more formal than that of Lunaris. Leaning back from him, she cupped his face in long fingered hands and smiled. The water soaked into his clothing gathered in rivulets to run out the hem of his trews and back into the ocean. “Better?” Sol nodded as she stepped back to stand beside Lunaris once more.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” he asked, perking an eyebrow. The other two deities sobered, a small frown creasing Styra’s brow.
“We have a small problem,” she began, diplomatically. Sol cringed inwardly. That never boded well. Nor did the darkening look on Lunaris’s face. Bracing himself, he nodded, stepping aside to gesture for the pair to venture further onto the island to relax before continuing.
