First He's A Horse then He's an Eagle

[Tikayla]

[glow=black,2,300]A tall stag scrambles up the ice. His footing is bad and he glances back cautiously to see how far up he is, mistake, he immediatly becomes nauseous and has to stop at the next over hang. He worries about slipping and is terribly scared, for one of the first times in his life. He watched his father throw himself off a cliff and he has been worried that his life will end the same way ever since. His makes continous to make his way up the treacherous slope, every step bringing him closer to the peak where he will request the ability of flight and being able to fly. Every breath, every gasp, every snort causes steam to fly from his mouth or nostrils. It is cold, so very cold and he shivers so slightly, disrupting his footing and he scrambles to regain it and return to his goal, the magic seeking. He wonders if Namid will send him back down the mountain to fetch her something. It would appear to be probable, highly likely. He hopes not.
Finally her reaches the top his breath coming in short gasps. He rests and waits while his breath returns to him.
"Namid," his voice echos around him and the moutains ring,"I have come to request the ability of shapeshifting into an Eagle, will you give me a quest so that I can gain this knowledge."[/glow]
Character:Twilight's Darkness
Questing for: Beginner/Eagle Shaping
Why seek this?:'Cause he wants to have the power to freak horses out with and because he wants to fly.

[Halo]

Namid is aware of everything that goes on upon her mountain and had been watching Twilight Darkness's approach since the base of the slopes. Her kindly blue eyes watch his efforts, determining his will to succeed in what he had come to accomplish here today. Already her mind is working on a task for her stallion visitor to complete, mulling it over carefully for the most perfect quest. He will need to learn patience in order to master the magic he seeks, perhaps she should test his limits. Still, she debates it for not wanting to push him too far.

Her name is called, her ears perking forward, the wind whistling in them but disrupting his voice none. Quietly, without word or sound, she descends from the higher place on the mountain, gliding through the high snows and thick ice with effortless ease. She approaches from behind him, making herself known as she greets him. "And I shall give you one so that you might accomplish what you have sought here today."

She turns her head and looks down the side of the mountain. "Halfway down the mountain, nearer the western slopes, there is cave. Deep within a source of magic has kept it warm and there is a most beautiful garden of roses." She turns her pure tiara back towards the stallion. "Seek out two and return with them and you will have your desire."
~Namid

[Tikayla]

[glow=black,2,300]The stallion nods his head. He is please for he only has to go a way down the mountain, not all the way as he had expected. "Yes Namid, I shall do as you ask." Her turns to head down the mountain, struggling at first with his footing. He finds small crevices in which to grip with his feet but still he must content with the places where their are none. He is a bit worried about her words, warmth and beautiful, for the stag can hardly abide either of them. He is so dark that such beauty would blind him. Still he is so determined to have what he desires, he does not care. He must do what he must do and he seaches for the cave awhile. He locates it later, warmth among the biting cold. Inside is the most wonderous light, he narrows his eyes and plunges into it, all the while it burns his darkness, his very interior. He shakes away the discomfort and plucks two small roses before heading back up the mountain.
"Namid, I have returned with your roses," he thunders.[/glow]

[Halo]

The mare smiles and reaches out, taking the two flowers delicately from his maw. She remains quiet, eyes focusing on his. There's a flash of darkness the for just an instance diminishes the gentle light in her gaze and then she turns away, leaving footprints behind her. "Your power is granted, Twilight Darkness. Use it wisely."
~Namid
(BLAH)

[Tikayla]

[glow=black,2,300]A dark smile alights his lips. Then he nods, I thank you Namid for your blessing. I will return though, to learn more about my powers." He forgos the changing and trots back down the slope, knowing that if he should slip he may catch himself and prevent it. He does not know and he is unwilling to test his power in such perilous areas. He can wait until he is a more safe spot to try and test them. He finishes his decline and trots off, to a new place.
((Not Quite 100 Words only 99, sorry I'm wearing you out))[/glow]