Seafoam Wake

The Bermuda Triangle -- Where waves collide

Female. Lives in Ponyville, Equestria. Born on September 22, 1980

Race

Vampire

About Me

Message me on my main account "Chiller Sway", as I am much more active on there.

Theme song: Chant of Allegiance

Roleplay Universe

Basically season 5

Roleplay Type

Narrative

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Seafoam Wake

November 26, 2021 2:44 pm

~~VERY lengthy post. Press "Read More" at your own risk~~

Posited alongside many conspiracy theories, armchair speculations, and scientific inquiries, the phenomena of "rogue" or "freak" waves could ... View More

~~VERY lengthy post. Press "Read More" at your own risk~~

Posited alongside many conspiracy theories, armchair speculations, and scientific inquiries, the phenomena of "rogue" or "freak" waves could explain the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. Where the random patterns of ocean waves, storm fronts, and drafted winds intersect, might they coincide every now and then? To chain their forces together at just the right velocities? "Waves meeting an opposing current jet are slowed more at the center of the jet, focusing energy from the edges. This well-known physics is surely the main reason for the extreme waves..." - Rogue Waves, BY PETER MÜLLER, CHRIS GARRETT, AND AL OSBORNE Watch your bearings in the Bermuda Triangle, where waves collide.

Prologue

Equestria is vast. So much larger than you can imagine. None of our little ponies will ever see all that this nation has to offer, even oncefold. The Appleoosans won't appreciate the late thrum of Baltimare's nightclubs. Those in Cloudsdale may never climb the precarious trails along the Crystal Mountains. Fillies reared in Canterlot might never set hoof in their own city's royal palace. And our friends in Ponyville may never lay their eyes upon Neighagra Falls past the printout of a polaroid. In a single night, I was bestowed a unique appreciation for all places unreachable. My dear mentor, Rosa, surrendered her Huntress title after she could no longer bear the strain. The past she'd buried never slept, and time just dug her wounds. The transfer of power was not easy. My ripped patch of bedroom carpet serves material proof of that. Compounding, Rosa's evening was not idly spent. One of the last things she said to me was that she had to 'face her demons alone'. "La Rovina Delle Stelle" - that is the name Rosa gave this sword I am soul-bound to - explained everything to me after the transfer of responsibilities. At first I was angry by the things it revealed, secrets Rosa had kept and never intended for me to know. Why she kept me in the dark, why she gave a short goodbye, and why we would not be allowed to speak for some time... I think I'll keep some of the secrets to myself for now. I apologize, this should not be a critique of an imperfect pony. It is the start of my journey. That night the sword also explained what my new and untapped understanding meant. How I sensed the entire world, but it all lay outside immediate thought. Hereon, I'll see where my enemy is throughout these lands. Not just Equestria, not just the dragon lands. Everywhere. And in recent Rosa had sacrificed greatly to banish them while I gain my bearings as Huntress, an unexpected silent gift from my predecessor. But this will not last forever. The moment any Warped appear, however weak initially, I will know with perfect clarity their whereabouts. I'm not allowed to tap into this vast knowledge of the entire world because it would collapse my mind to think so much at once. The knowledge will have to remain as an untenable tug at the back of my mind. Thankfully I can manage it from occupying my present thoughts. This exchange went both ways. While we are soul bound, Rovina (as I prefer to call her) wished to familiarize herself with me just as she had with Rosa. But this conversation was strange. It was not like anything I've had with a pony. We did not share words, nor did we telepathically converse in structured sentences. Our first hours together tumbled and flowed like memories. Or... no how shall I describe it... Sharing together was akin to surfacing a recent memory. I was conversing with my own mind, but it was the soul of Rovina I learned from. And she likewise from me. I cannot explain it better than that. When will the first Warped appear? I am a terribly anxious mare, I have to ask these things. It has been a month without activity from my kind's perpetual enemy. Rovina assures me it will not be too long. No more than five months before the weakest of aggressors crawl into Equestria, desperate to take her from me. She's the only weapon that can harm them, and I am the only pony allowed to wield her. Their main way of destroying Equestria is lost for a time, but they will come. They will always come for me.

Chapter 1 4 months later

I prefer Luna's quiet nights. I can remember a time where I thanked Celestia for maintaining the quieter sides of the day, but something about Luna's reign feels right to me. In so many ways, she contrasts the sun princess' yellow/red days, hot with the energy which drives the world forward. Luna's pale moonlight allows a time of gentle reprieve. Her smooth lullabies blanket the land, the grass, trees, all of us nocturnal creatures in such a way, when you listen closely, time can stand still. Such grace and power her sister never had. This is to say nothing of the brilliant skies her moon does not obscure. Sway tells me it's the difference in the refractive water of our atmosphere, but I am a simple mare. Science cheats the internal experience. Luna is just more beautiful. The grey canvas she provides, punctured by distant Stars, becomes my territory. From aground, few ponies can discern the night Huntress from the backdrop of vast space. A way for me to be everywhere, over everypony, and unknown. I hunt through the night to guard their existence, seldom receiving any thanks. The thought draws a smile on my lips, with the clouds and Stars as my only witnesses. I have always been a guardian to what I hold dear. Those who helped me in desperate times, or my assignments, anypony in my vicinity. I guard my lessons and the knowledge I've been taught. I guard most fearfully what defines myself as I see it. My pride, my usefulness, my determination, and my loved ones. Slowly the smile fades as I think about the things I can't save. Won't be able to save. What I know shouldn't last forever. I can battle eternity, hard to find a pony's will more reinforced than my own. I can fight for a hundred years, two hundred! I cannot be tackled in six hundred years, even a thousand, I will muster the strength to never surrender, it is Seafoam's power to overcome. I'm about to enter my usual reverie, talking myself over the fence of accepting that I will outlive everything external to me. But something new enters my mind. Something I've never experienced before, but I understand it perfectly. A single Warped has just defiled my world, making its sorry attempt to destroy all I hold dear. I know with perfect clarity where it is, and like the path through a familiar room, exactly how to reach it. My body instantly halts in place, like I'd hit a wall up here in the clouds. I can't continue my aimless, tireless night of flying. I have to turn southeast, to Equestria's borders. In the span of a wingbeat I decide it must not have enough energy to invade Equestria yet, it can only appear at the outskirts. By the third wingbeat I've turned south, the fifth and sixth propel me forward, and in just a few more I reach unnaturally high speed. Now I hunt. Adrenaline starts to spike within me as I narrow my eyes into tight slits. I wish I had somepony to share my excitement with here and now, but I think telling my family once they wake up in the morning will do. And right now, I need to fulfill my responsibility to send that creature back where it belongs: Dead from this world. I chose to fly instead of shadow walk toward my prey. It's different when you shadow walk, the world doesn't look or feel the same, and I want the memories from all of my senses tonight. When I reflect on this moment, the night of my first hunt, I want it to be in appreciation of everything around me. Of the cool air, the rushing wind, trees houses and hills sweeping my acute vision, and my pumping excitement. I won't make the conscious efforts to calm myself... Even I can take enjoyment in my work.

On future occasions, I will shadow walk. While breaking the sound barrier caused me no harm, it may have disturbed a few families living in the rural spaces of Equestria. I wish to apologize to those families, but it would be a waste of my time. Is this how I operate now? Reckless and unbound by fate's consequence? No, shrug the concern aside. Tonight is supposed to be remembered fondly. In addition, I know the answer is 'no'. It was an oversight, a victimless accident of sound. I would still avoid that mistake going forward... Still best to hold myself responsible for my mishaps. I will be the only pony able to. When I aim my pitch below the horizon line, it's to follow the defined path in my seventh sense - maybe better named "Huntress' Compass" - into my target. I can't see it yet, but the maneuver comes easily to my instincts. It would waste time to fly directly over the fiend before descending, just as landing nearby and walking the distance. No, I will intersect perfectly with its path. It will be splendid. I can already picture the unimpeded descent immediately into its sight. My decelerating speed in fractions of a second before the wind and noise shake the trees around it, kicking loose premature leaves and fickle branches. What creature could withstand such a display? The sheer might and terror I, the hunter, will bear down on its final moments in my land. Its movements are already so desperate and sporadic it may keel over at the sight of me. Everything about my arrival goes according to plan. My wide wings flare to brace my speed, and in moments I've slowed to a flyer's pace I would have considered normal before my vampiric strength. These strengthened wings fair better than the surrounding treeline mere feet below me. They shake, bend, and surrender their weaker leaves and branches in my downdraft. I must not smile this time, it's not appropriate for my image to be smiling of delight. Although a smirk might get the better of my self control~ Trajectory points 20 feet ahead of the invader, where I fully pivot and flare my wings a final time to kill my inertia 3 feet above the grass. I'm just about to finish the airtight flying with an intentional smirk at my foe, but I spot somepony already next to the creature. This can't be right, nopony is supposed to be near the Warped right now, and nopony would intentionally approach them. Their frightening appearance aside, this is the edge of Equestria. Who is this blue pony standing to its right? I can't focus on my original target now, only the iridescent yellow eyes of the pegasus before me. While I know they're 22 feet away, it's as if for a moment our eye contact is engulfing each other's vision. The unmistakable shimmer around her vertically narrow pupils, they betray her focus around my face, ears, wings, and shoulders. Following her cue, I survey her once over as well. Female, her face surrendering just as much confusion as my own... I know this face perfectly, but I double check the finer details, I have to be sure. I go through a list of structures over her face and body. Eyebrows, jaw, snout, eye spacing... I check her ears, dark blue tufts against her aqua coat. The Warped shrills weakly, but I don't want to think about it right now. This can't be happening, the mare standing over there... Pegasus? Indeed, wide feathery wings stretch across her sides, ready to aid her maneuvers. My eyes drift down to her left leg, and I know my enhanced night vision will let me spot my target. It's there. A ragged, distinct, painful scar running down her left leg. A wound gained from a bear claw many moons ago... I realize that this mare wasn't looking at my shoulders earlier. At my angle above her, the eyeline from her to my own left leg would be the same as my shoulders. She has all the same features, colors, and instincts as me. The same careful and observant look in our confused expressions, We're looking at two perfectly identical mares. We hold eye contact for several seconds after my realization. I first attempt to explain this with a changeling angle, but there are already some problems. Why would a changeling be disguised as me, at the outskirts of Equestria's borders, and facing down a Star Spawn with no fear? The Star Spawn, the Warped, yes, it's still here. We've spent too long staring at one another instead of our original purpose. As one we turn our gaze to the black, misty creature, closer to her than I. Why hasn't she killed it already? Being in such a weak state, this Warped can't take the shape of our fears tonight. If it had, I've often thought of it taking the form of my son, Chiller Sway. Perhaps injured or enraged in varieties of ways. How many times in the future are they going to force me to cut down those I love? And by thinking this, have I created the fear they'll weaponize against me? Thankfully I do not have the answer to that question tonight. It is just an angry, harmless cloud of dark mist. So again I ask, why is it still alive? I turn to the mare, and she's already looking at me, expecting something. It is bizarre, for I'm making the same expression to her. 'Where's your sword?' We ask without words. The perfect non-verbal communication nearly drives me to shudder. Instead I answer her with my outstretched hoof and call Rovina, who appears in my hoof without delay. She ignites in brilliant red flame across her breadth at my suggestion too. I continue to ask my question to the mare, but she doesn't seem to know right now. Though the act of summoning the Huntress' blade has put her at ease, for she cast her gaze to the Warped creature that brought us both here. 'What a first hunt.' I think privately to myself, not loud enough for Rovina to hear. Truthfully I no longer care for it, I want to know what this other mare, this apparent other Seafoam, is doing at my site. So there is no ceremony as I close the space to my target, and La Rovina Delle Stelle takes her first kill under my name. I take a moment to thank and congratulate her, then ask her to stay a moment longer. We need to investigate this copy of me, this Seafoam without a blade.

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