AmaranthineRain

~blood and blue and green~

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Speed Spell - part 1

[Part 1] Summary: Meallán and Miroiter are let out into the pasture for the first time only to come upon some trouble from a particular striped quadruped. The foals try to be big ponies but it looks like Jewel will have to step in. (after Mealan’s wings come out - Training Up: part 2) AmaranthineRain 192 words Meallán whinnied. “Come on! Let’s see how big it is!” Miroiter followed Meallán into the spring pasture, and eyed the wings on her back. He wondered not for the first time about the four potions that had spilled on her. The bottles Jesper had picked out of the box flashed into his mind: black, violet, pink, and red. Sudden burst of strength and now these wings…so far the changes had benefited his sister, but would any of them harm her? Would he be able to help her if they did? It was not long ago that he had discovered he was from a species that had magical breath abilities. Like the healing he had used on her back when the wings broke out. Maybe he could convince his mother

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Whisper of Winds: Prologue 1o2

She did not know how long the universe had been forming spheres of gas before she came into existence, nor whether she had come into existence or simply consciousness. Plasma waves emanating from a newborn star woke her, and new eyes slowly adjusted to the functions of vision within the sprinkled light in the infinite dark. By her ear a collection of dust, solid matter, and swirling debris driven by solar wind began thrashing together into a protoplanetary disk. She twisted around and saw more masses gathering together in the semblance of smaller masses, their gravity just awakening. Where am I? She began to wander, moving away from the you

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[FoV] LS8 - The Admonishment by AmaranthineRain, literature

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[FoV] LS8 - The Admonishment

Skeldr pants, hanging her head low. Coral rubs its head against her cheek, but she stares up at the Ancient red squirrel. "You've had your fun," she says. "Now, keep your word. End your game." Ratatosrk taps his face. "I don't think so." The Stag stamps a tremor across the branch and this time Skeldr stumbles. "You soil your title as an Ancient!" Ratatosrk giggles, setting of the tick tick under the Stag's eye. "I will not fall to hubris or be shreded with envy, oh Stag of the West." A crashing draws their attention back along the path. At first, a glow of caribou antlers is all they see. Skeldr squints. Another stag, dark as night and speckled with stars in the way of Skeldr's shroud, charges towards them. The Winter Doe chases his wake. The Stag of the West stands at attention and calls in salute, "Eikthrynir!" Eikthyrnir's crown of blue tinged opal glitters in the low light and he nods once to acknowledge them. Then, he turns to Ratatoskr. "Do you deny you play a part

[FoV] LS7 - Squirrel Suggestion by AmaranthineRain, literature

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[FoV] LS7 - Squirrel Suggestion

Nidhogg's roar is a deep, reverberating shockwave that knocks them off their feet. Skeldr tucks and rolls. Nidhogg thrashes, scoring Yggdrasil's roots in anger. He gnashes his teeth, sizzling spittle flying around them. She feels Coral winding free of her antlers, a tenseness that indicates it intends to shift. "No!" She winds her head around its loosening coils and yanks back, spreading her limbs across the loamy ground to keep them upright. "Stay with me!" The icy shiver of the Doe's magic blows past them. Skeldr coughs, struggling to breath. The cold scrapes down her nose and throat to join the poisonous well of Nidhogg's rot in her lungs. Her eyes water with the effort. Her nose and mouth are suddenly covered by something soft. A sweep of mint, a whisper of rain -- it's Coral, curling its body around her face so she can breathe. The Stag leaps nimbly before Nidhogg, distracting him, as her lungs clear. The Doe freezes him in a wall of ice. RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-gek! A

Food Poisoning by AmaranthineRain, literature

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Food Poisoning

Nevora had set the chimera cervid down before the leather-winged avian. They had squabbled briefly in their own language before the calf had turned back to Nevora and chattered away, wagging her plumed tail. Was it...thanks? Instructions? Nevora made a note to pick up her book on cervids again when she returned to her lodging. When the little Rukaan had finished, the Tyrian had picked her up gently in her hind claws and launched into the air, pushing gusts over Nevora. That had been just yesterday. Now, Nevora laid on the grass under a tree, clutching the green blades. No, I don't want to vomit again. The way her stomach churned rebelliously it was definitely food poisoning. She had stopped when all movement made the world spin, and laid down in the shade of an oak when every other position of waiting made her head pound. A slight tremor she felt in the ground was not helping, but she was worried if she moved, the vomiting and spinning would never cease. She blinked slowly at

[FoV] LS6 - Slithers by AmaranthineRain, literature

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[FoV] LS6 - Slithers

His wingspan is so great it is the source of all winds that blow through the realms of men. Skeldr struggles to breathe between the blasts. She squints at the honey colored Stag of the West before her. Until a twig smacks her between the eyes. "Woah!" Coral curls down protectively around Skeldr's face and she bows her head. "Stag!" The stag continues to shout at the Eagle. Debris from his cloaked fur whists by, crackling with breakage. The wind fills Skeldr's nose with an ancient smell, old magic that reminds her of the Rukaan ancestral lands. The eagle has no fear and his gales beat down on them with enough force that Skeldr finds herself sliding backwards across the limb beneath her. Even the shroud of night at her shoulders sputters, the starlight in it glittering a flash of panic. I will not be blown from this perch. "STAG!" This time he turns. Skeldr points her nose at the canopy. He nods. They take care with each step as they descend under the shelter of

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