Post by Raferties on Jul 28, 2018 12:18:32 GMT
Peaceful Be The Dream-Strider Celestial - Reve
Sleep now, be still.
And its easier than one might expect to do exactly that in the presence of this Celestial. He emanates an aura of soothing calm, his presence a salve on frayed nerves and harsh tempers. A Starmanes diamond hooves should probably make noise with every footfall, but this Celestials hooves tread soft as whispers unless something forces him into a full gallop. He takes this quietness to everything, really, whether his ranks trademark hard work or to simple companionship, always subconsciously careful to remain as unobtrusive as possible. Loathe to force himself on others, he tends to stay a subdued figure in the background unless he is needed. Even then, his presence is soft, only the most murmuring nickers leaving him, his emotional broadcast veiled and discreet, an open invitation for you to do all the talking. Hell listen to whatever you have to say, a gentle and unjudging presence of quietude and serenity.
He even seems to bring peace to the sleeping and the dying, dreams becoming muted and tranquil in his presence as if by magic. And perhaps it is magic, if passive, a little bit of power drawn from his angelic heritage and radiated from his being like the glow from the light-strands of his mane, tail, and fetlocks. Something about him makes panic less terrifying, crisis less overwhelming, pain less agonizing. Around him, its always easier to breathe, as the stress uncoils from around your heart and lungs. He carries catharsis with him like a shadow, connected and inseparable.
Simultaneously slender of build and broad in the chest, this Celestial has the kind of long, strong legs that can keep running forever. His neck arches proudly to support a sculpted, regal head. The light-strands of his mane and tail are long and slightly wavy, his fetlocks much finer and softer, and they and the little floating stars that orbit the light-strands all glow a soft, pale twilight lavender that sits bright against his much deeper near-black purple coat. Dark as the shadows of falling night, he is, with stockings of a slightly lighter royal velvet that come up to the knees of all four of his legs. His eyes are a compassionate and almost luminescent amethyst.
Sleep now, be still.
And its easier than one might expect to do exactly that in the presence of this Celestial. He emanates an aura of soothing calm, his presence a salve on frayed nerves and harsh tempers. A Starmanes diamond hooves should probably make noise with every footfall, but this Celestials hooves tread soft as whispers unless something forces him into a full gallop. He takes this quietness to everything, really, whether his ranks trademark hard work or to simple companionship, always subconsciously careful to remain as unobtrusive as possible. Loathe to force himself on others, he tends to stay a subdued figure in the background unless he is needed. Even then, his presence is soft, only the most murmuring nickers leaving him, his emotional broadcast veiled and discreet, an open invitation for you to do all the talking. Hell listen to whatever you have to say, a gentle and unjudging presence of quietude and serenity.
He even seems to bring peace to the sleeping and the dying, dreams becoming muted and tranquil in his presence as if by magic. And perhaps it is magic, if passive, a little bit of power drawn from his angelic heritage and radiated from his being like the glow from the light-strands of his mane, tail, and fetlocks. Something about him makes panic less terrifying, crisis less overwhelming, pain less agonizing. Around him, its always easier to breathe, as the stress uncoils from around your heart and lungs. He carries catharsis with him like a shadow, connected and inseparable.
Simultaneously slender of build and broad in the chest, this Celestial has the kind of long, strong legs that can keep running forever. His neck arches proudly to support a sculpted, regal head. The light-strands of his mane and tail are long and slightly wavy, his fetlocks much finer and softer, and they and the little floating stars that orbit the light-strands all glow a soft, pale twilight lavender that sits bright against his much deeper near-black purple coat. Dark as the shadows of falling night, he is, with stockings of a slightly lighter royal velvet that come up to the knees of all four of his legs. His eyes are a compassionate and almost luminescent amethyst.
