The Mountains of Uruhai

[Seraphims_Wrath]

((I hope it's ok to do this...))

Deep in the mountains, beyond the hills and valleys of the harsh terrain, lies a deep canyon. Surrounded by rock and cliffs alike, this one site has now become a sanctuary of humans where they worship the beings known as Centaurs. When the race had been threatened with extinction, the wise elders of their remaining clan, bound the young ones in stone, to sleep until the time became right for them to awaken and start anew. The mages entrusted the humans, long time companions of the Centaurs to watch over their young generation and only hope.

For hundreds of years humans had populated this area, until the climate became too harsh for their feeble bodies. Leaving their temples to the great and wise ones, the Centaurs, the humans moved from the canyon to a nearing valley, where the climate was much warmer. Now, years later, the temples are starting to crack and crumble, the homes trampled to the ground by snow and rainstorms alike. Deep within the crumbling temples of the Centaurs, the statues have begun to wither and crack. From these statues have begun to emerge the living incarnations of their blessed protectors, the Centaurs.  

[Seraphims_Wrath]

Darkness as the first thing he remembered....the second was a tingling in his limbs from his nose to his hooves. Muscles twitched and lungs labored for breath, but there was no air! Fighting against the thick layers of the dark. Suddenly his hand fell limp of the bonds encasing it, then the other. His face and neck were still bound by this unknown force as he struggled to lift his arms.

Hard stone met his fingertips as his nails scrambled at it, forcing it to crumble and crack until finally with a great WHOOSH he pulled air into his lungs. Coughing from the new feeling in his lungs, Cloud Dancer ripped the chunks of stone away from his eyes. When the bright sun hit his face, he cried out in alarm, shielding his sensitive pupils from the forgotten light. Taking a deep breath he kicked his back hooves, hearing the stone crumble with a thunderous boom then finally his front hooves kicked out, freeing him from his stone prison. Weak from lack of movement, his legs collapsed and he chose to stay this way, the sun blocked by the shadow of the room's awning. At that moment he didn't care where he was or why, he just wanted to rest, and sleep, even after so many years of slumber....