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Post by Silver Screen on Oct 20, 2011 15:08:10 GMT -5
Silver sighed heavily as he made his way through the thick branches covering the small and narrow gravel walk way that lead into the Everfree forest. With every step forward a smack claw of a branch would hook on to the unicorn's fur as if trying to prevent him from entering deeper into the belly of the forest. It was futile. The branches snapped as the stubborn colt moved further into the forest. He had a job. He needed to finish it if he wanted any money.
Silver worked for the local paper. Pictures, commentary on local plays and such, Silver did them all. He didn't particularly enjoy it, He felt it was a waste of his talents, but it was money in the saddlebag. Reccently, a few pegasi from the weather team spotted an unusual thing in Everfree... well... more unusual then normal. It appeared as if an entire section of the forest was completely encased in Ice. What was more strange was it was moving towards Ponyville.
Of course, they never went closer to check it out. The arctic winds surrounding the area made cycles freeze on their wings and they flew off, afraid of falling into the dark, foreboding abyss and coming face to face with an unknown force.
"Idiots..." Silver mumbled to himself breaking off another branch or two. In the moment of the loud crackled of the branches the wood let loose a pained soft scream. Cursing the silver stallion as he broke away their arms. The gnarled woods glared at him, grimacing features on the bark of every tree stemmed to stare at the colt; spelling untimely death and bitter hatred.
He stopped for a moment and looked at one of the nearby trees. It's branches snagged him, holding him in place. He met the distorted wooden features with his his own dull, uncaring, eyes. Impassive. Nonchalantly he kicked the sticks off of him with a quick fore hoof buck, splintering the wood as if it were bones and continued trotting, not looking back for a moment.
The air was cold. Mist held in the air making his coat glittering a slight shade of silver. He could see his own breath. He was getting close.
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Post by Zecora on Oct 23, 2011 1:41:31 GMT -5
There was something different in the air; Zecora could feel it. An unnatural chill had taken hold of the Everfree, brought forth by an unknown force. At first it was just an oddity that she had little explanation for, but little concern for. Her worries began to build, however, when a large portion of the forest’s creatures were displaced. Vast numbers of animals not normally seen in her part of the woods started to appear in droves, apparently driven from their homes. What Zecora found after she tracked back to the source of the problem troubled her even more…
With her cloak tightly wrapped onto her, the zebra trotted down the frozen path. The ice may have not been thick here now, but she knew that it would be within just a few days. This frost…why was it here?!
A sharp splintering of branches perked her ears, bringing her attention to a presence on her right. Upon carefully making her way through the brush, Zecora spotted the silver unicorn. While uncertain of his intent, she moved forward to approach the pony nonetheless.
“I bring you greetings to this part of the Everfree, though I must also warn you of your upcoming journey. An advancing chill has frozen the trees and the grass, proving treacherous to those who would wish to pass.”
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Post by Silver Screen on Oct 25, 2011 20:15:04 GMT -5
Silver stared at the Zebra as she totted on in her rhythmic droll of iambic pentameter. A very odd way of speaking. He had never heard any pony speak in such an unusual manner. Then again.... he'd never seen a pony COLORED in such an unusual manner as well. He committed the image to memory; the hooded white and black ambassador. He'd have to look up some information later. He had a good idea how the striped mare looked before before the end of her rhyme scene.
He stared at the zebra with the same dull, flat expression he greeted every pony. Well.. greeting isn't the appropriate choice of words. He didn't know where the pony had come from, all he knew was that he was sent there to discover what exactly was going on with this odd change in weather.
"Do you greet everypony like that or am I just unfortunately special"
It was his usually bleak deadpan sarcasm. He stared directly into the color-coated pony's eyes before his own began to wonder towards the ground. A thin layer of frost seemed to have formed on a few of the long since dead blades of grass. Oddly enough it seemed to be creeping towards the two ponies as if moved by some force hidden within the dead forest brush.
Silver took a quick picture with his camera and headed deeper into the forest towards the source of the chill.
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Post by Zecora on Nov 18, 2011 18:26:23 GMT -5
Zecora released a frustrated huff as the unicorn passed her. She had hardly expected the curt reply from the stallion. So solemn and uncaring...she had never met a pony like him before. Her first thought was to just let him pass on his own, but the strange device that Silver Screen pulled out caught her attention. A "camera"; that was the name she had learned belonged to it. It could create realistic drawings of a scene in an instant, it seemed. She noted that many ponies that carried them used it to take pictures of things that were important to them. Was that why this unicorn was out here?
Zecora strode back to Silver's side as he trekked down the forest path. After following for a bit, she asked,
"Are you here then to examine this unnatural cold? From where it came from and how, there is not much to be told."
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Post by Silver Screen on Nov 18, 2011 23:32:52 GMT -5
"That's why I'm here, answers."
The Stallion quickly replied at he snapped another picture of a tree that seemed to be partly covered with the creeping frost. In a matter of seconds it seemed to spread over the bark, covering the rest of the wood in a eerie sliding armor of white. The colt lightly kicked the side of the tree, cracking the ice and letting it fall of the bark with a light crash. Just as subtly as it did before, the ghostly cold started to slide over the bark again, replacing whatever he had removed just a mere minute ago. He colt stood there, watching it, analyzing it.
Slowly he leaned forward and touched his horn against the tree. He felt the life in it freezing, hardening, vanishing in a prism of cold. Silver brought his head back before the frost could capture his horn. He looked back at the zebra.
"Something out there is generating this frost. It's not natural. It's a form of magic."
He attempted to move forward but unfortunately found that something had caught his legs, entrapping them in a vice. Looking down, he noticed that the ice had begun to force around the bottom layers of his hooves, trapping him with the ground. With a quick application of force and a jerk of heavy leg, he broke the bindings around his four hooves and wen forward into the blinding white forest.
The ground was nothing more then solid ice now, the colt could barely retain his footing, but at least the white light made his coat sparkle more then normal... unfortunately for him.
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Post by Zecora on Nov 21, 2011 12:49:01 GMT -5
After seeing Silver struggle with the ice that had coated his hooves, Zecora found that a sheet had crept over her own hooves. Kicking it off, she continued to trot deeper into the frozen unknown.
"What the source of this spreading frost is, I have yet to explore, though I can say with confidence that I have not seen this before."
The zebra took a second scan of her surroundings. Everything was so quiet and still, so completely void of life. Zecora shook her head and a dismal look overcame her.
"This area flourished with the most colorful of flowers last week. It is frightening that some magic could cause the forest to become so bleak."
Not after long, they both came upon a large lake in the woods, or at least it had been. The waters has been completely frozen over, presumably by the unexplained cold. Testing a hoof on the ice, she nodded to her new companion and stepped onto the still pool, indicating that it was solid enough to cross.
"If the cause is magic, is there not a way you can trace it? My understanding of unicorns is limited, I admit."
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Post by Silver Screen on Nov 22, 2011 2:21:16 GMT -5
Reaching his head into his saddlebag, Silver Popped open his umbrella. Holding the handle in his mouth he placed it overhead, blocking the light from above and avoiding the obnoxious glare it caused on his fur. He continued to go out onto the ice, not bothering to glance back at the Zebra. Unknowingly he was making sure the ice was safe for her to cross, using him as a sort of unintentional guinea pig.
He grumbled through the umbrella handle. "I can't trace it...and I do--."
Unfortunately, Silver wasn't able to get his footing on the lake and stumbled into the icy floor snout first with a painful crash before he was able to finish his sentence. The colt let out a small painful grunt as he slid a few inches across the pond stopping only when he reached another solid hunk of ice that pre-truded from the water. Silver groaned as he got to his hooves and rubbed his nose carefully. He looked back, the Zebra was still following him.
Snowflakes began to fall onto the cover of Silver's umbrella, making the bright red parasol turn to a sheet of pure white. He responded Nasally to the Zebra, still cuffing his nose and still with the umbrella handle in his mouth.
" You don't need to be a unicorn to feel it getting colder the more we trot this way..."
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